Lust For Life Irving Stone Novels & Stories

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.

He used to go from campus to campus initiating new converts unto the club. I did ask him about his love life on campus. He told me he lived a rough life back then." As soon as I joined the kegites club, my life seem to change. I was moving from one girl to another. I had chains of girlfriend. They loved to follow me like that. Some of them that are jealous for nothing will quarrel sometimes I would always settle them. I wondered why some of them could tolerate my behavior then. It was not because I was caring or cared for them. One thing I know was that I had a sweet sugar-coated tongue. I sway them with a sweet tongue. I tell them what they wanted to hear, with this my deep baritone voice.

EVELYN POV: I hated this woman. I hated her with a passion and I never even met her before. The only thing I know is that she stole what was mine and unless I can become half of the woman she is, Nathaniel will never love me as much as her. We’ve been dating for 7 years, everything was fine in the beginning. We were happy, the perfect couple, then he met her and everything changed. He was in California for a year and when he came back England, he didn’t come back alone. He came back with a confession, a new attitude and a pair of twins. He wasn’t the Nathaniel I grew to love and care for. But no matter how cruel he was to me, I still couldn’t help but love him with all my heart, even if I di

Stone made a name for himself in Wiltspoon as someone who would give his wife everything. Jasmine believed Mr. Stone was a real-life character out of the romance novels—young, handsome, and rich.

I was supposed to be nothing more than a doomed side character in someone else's story. After I woke up to the truth, though, I became the male lead's best friend instead—and ended up with the wealthy girl who had always loved him, leaving him free to live happily ever after with the school's golden girl. Ten years later, though, he made a very public announcement that he was single and back in town. Then, in the old class group chat that had been inactive for a long time, he sent two messages. [I'm back. We should all get together sometime.] [@Whitney Charlton, you'll be there, right?] The group chat exploded instantly. After all, everyone still remembered the golden boy we had known b

“Wrestling? You’re just trying to get shirtless again.” “Always,” he said without shame. I smirked. “I want that too. I want the whole mess. The scraped knees, the spilled juice, the birthday cakes gone wrong. Give our future kids the life my Mom never gave me. I want to get old with you and argue over thermostats and whether pineapple belongs on pizza.” “It does.” “It absolutely does not.” He kissed my nose. “We’ll raise them to believe it does. I’m not backing down.” “You’re lucky I love you.”

"Six months since the wedding, and..." She downed the rest of the drink. The burn in her throat was the only thing that made her feel alive. Finn, her husband, treated her like a piece of furniture, he hadn't even touched her. Not on their wedding night, and not a single night since. He was always 'at the office' or 'traveling,' leaving her to rot. "I’m sure Mr. Finn is just—" "Busy? Tired? Bored of me?" Larissa laughed, a jagged, bitter sound. She stood up, the world tilting dangerously. "I’m going to my room, don’t bother waking me up for breakfast. There’s no point."

"You sent me out for recently cheating on you and I admit that I was wrong but you? You weren't a saint either and you ..." I couldn't even talk anymore. My heart was full. My mouth heavy. My eyes red. "I was going to tell you, Lillian. I was going to compensate you and let you go." Jude tried to explain. "No! No you weren't. In fact, you were about to use my recklessness to your stupid advantage but I'm happy we're both even." I shoved past him, dragging my bag down in a hurry. The lady and the child gave me a confused look.

Straightening my body posture, I flashed a smile at her while hearing her sighing out in disappointment. It wasn't my fault that I wasn’t build like other women. Wanting to start up a family, having a husband kissing you goodnight and having him by your side the next morning. I didn’t crave for such a life because to me it wasn’t worth it. Why spend my life in such a way when there are other fun ways to live like having thousands of men lined out, wanting to taste my pussy.

Lucas asked, looking a little offended. "You tried to kill my father," I reminded him, grabbing the cigarette from his lips and brought it to mine, exhaling the suffocating yet delicious smoke and blowing it out in Lucas' face slowly. "You leave and go to Italy doing God knows what without saying anything. You have a life I don't know about. Secrets." "I have business in Italy, Mari," Lucas countered, unfazed by the cloud of poison I blew. I shrugged again, finishing my bourbon. "You fired a gun and now my ceiling has a hole."