Lust For Life Irving Stone Novels & Stories

I was doing well until he met his fatal end on the highway. That fatal day, I had a terrible dream about him. I saw him in the mortuary, people weeping profusely refusing to be comforted. They were praising him for his generosity. They all felt that their breadwinner was gone, no hope for them again. All the people he had been helping were present. I told him not to travel but he blatantly refused. He had this stubborn streak in him, being a man far older than I was; I succumbed and wished him well. That was the last time I ever saw back home. It was tragic, my helper gone, my benevolent lover gone, the father of my son gone forever. Who will help me? Did life become cruel again? I made up m

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.

Poor thing she's so out of her element; I'd read her file, knew all about her background her education, her friends so I knew this wasn't the type of place she frequented, from what little I'd gathered so far Ms. Stone was a little bit of a recluse, something we both had in common. I know about the one short-lived affair she'd had in college, the way that had ended but not necessarily the why; I probably knew more about her than the bureau had on me.

"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.

“You’ll be writing a paper on The Allegory of the Cave.” I exhaled softly, leaning back in my chair as I made a quick note on my phone. Of course it was something intense, nothing ever came easy with philosophy. My phone buzzed just as I exited my notes app. Husband: Your professor didn’t let my men in? Before I make an issue out of it, do you think Lara needs a new toy? I rolled my eyes, fighting the smile tugging at my lips as I typed back. The babies weren’t even up to six months, and the house already looked like a luxury toy store exploded inside it.

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."

"Argh! The hell with you!" KACHINA GOES BACK to her office after locking the gate and the door to the tunnel. She puts the lamp aside and lets herself fall on the swivel chair. After forcing the woman to give back Kagan's journal, she was triumphant. She lifts the golden book higher to figure out the words engraved on it. MY FAVORITE POEM, SHANTA. "Our story in a fantasy, covered by another fantasy..." She doesn't understand! How mawkish can Kagan be? But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels.