Make Life Work Novels & Stories

the man in his mid-thirties exclaimed. My ears are getting sore with all this noise and a couple fighting with some kind of affair. Cheating. Perhaps it's human nature to find something new when they got bored with what they have for a long time. Like how we declutter our closet to get rid of the things we find no interest in already. They say if somebody asked for a second chance then spare them, oh please I don't believe in that crap. As I had said earlier, human nature is human nature! "Oh, kid grow up! You deserve better than that. You know the secret of living longer is to not have a man in your life---at all." a middle-aged woman spoke.

If these plans go well, he will have a normal life for the first time in a long time, and will work hard not to screw it up again. And his plans must be set in motion as soon as possible. The earlier the better.

After all, life is the greatest gift from above. It was still morning, so I did all my daily routine, especially for my health. I have a weak heart, so as much as possible, I stop myself from overworking. I eat healthily as well. It won't do me any good if I eat just anything. I love how my life is now. I may have been waiting for my time to come, but I sure do want to live longer.

Life is not a sprint but a long marathon. Emily stood in front of the mirror, examining herself closely. Her eyes held a trace of confusion, but what stood out more was the determination within them. She knew that sometimes, whether in work or in life, it was necessary to pause, to reflect, adjust her actions and mindset, and then re-target her goals, breaking free from her current situation.

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

See the story was truly shitty wasn't it. I don't really want to face all this stuff in the future so I'm going to work hard and live my second Life The first step to me having my peaceful life is to lay the foundation by building a deeper connection with my family and the maids and servants of the Duchy since it might work to my benefit it the near future

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.

“I hoped it would take my mind off of work.” “What do you do for work?” Addy asked. He glanced toward Ben, who was deep in conversation with Brooklyn, and said, “I work with Ben and Adam.” “Doing what?” He glanced down before asking, “We work in the entertainment business.” Addy nodded with a doubtful look on her face. Then he looked her over, from her face to her feet and back again. She felt self-conscious of her strapless top and miniskirt and shifted so that the table covered more of her lower body.

Everything we'd needed. --- At work, I was respected. Valued. Successful. Eight wins. Perfect record. Sustainable hours. Partner. Expert. Proof. I'd changed the system. Opened doors. Shown it was possible. Work-life balance. Presence and success. Both. Not just for me. For everyone after me. That felt good. Important. Meaningful. --- In my personal life, I'd found peace. Single mother. Not by choice. But by necessity. And it was okay. More than okay.

Without the weight of what it had meant. Just itself. Just the work. Just the garden. Just the room. Just the people. Just the life chosen. Still.