My Life In A Book Novels & Stories

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

A little sound of the door being shut lightly was made. Impressive, they got into it too. Without me hearing them. The book “The Little Life” was one of the best books I read when I got here but it was too sad to finish. I only read it when I want to cry but I never made it to the middle of the book. “I know you are here,” I said calmly. “Who are you?” Whoever was in the room with me chuckled. I picked a knife, turned, and hurled it straight for his throat.

If I can't be honest with my best friend, then who can I be honest with. "Just please promise that this stays between us." "Of course. So what is it?" "So, you know I moved out right. My... uhm... neighbor is a guy. And we had a couple of interactions for the past month." I started. I guess I made the right call by not saying that we live under the same roof, 'cause by the look on her face... She's already cooking a story. "Is he hot?" "Seriously?" "It's just a yes or no, Psyche."

She writes to say that the fourth book — specifically the first movement, the description of the woman who was not unhappy and did not know that not-unhappy was insufficient — saved her life in the sense that the word is never quite right for but the only word available: it gave her the understanding she needed at the moment she needed it to begin her own second life. She does not say what her second life looks like. She says only: I understood the quality of what I was not choosing. And then I chose. Valentina reads the letter twice. She writes back the same day. She writes: I am glad the book found you at the right time. The book was written from fifty years of living what it describes. Th

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

Jane’s POV “The book of life isn't a single book?” I voiced my thoughts, unable to hold it in anymore. With everything they had been saying, it wasn't just the truth anymore, it was layers of truth. Secrets buried beneath secrets. As we uncovered one, we found another. And it made everything more complicated. “The Book of Life isn’t just one,” Liam said, his voice steady but serious. “There are five.” Five? My eyes widened in shock as the number echoed in my head.

Carolina. It was written by Sebastian's mother. "When life becomes meaningless....poetry heals."— 5th January, 1994. I put the book back in its place before I moved on to finding the previous book I left unread. "I thought I was never going to find a new reason to live, but it seems like I finally have a reason to keep fighting. A little soul is growing inside of me, I am going to be a mother."— 18th June 1994.

"I almost succeeded last year before I started writing a diary of my life. When I held the knife in my bedroom in Port-Harcourt, I was standing next to a blue cupboard that had cracked glasses. The same blue cupboard that Dad used when he got married to Mum. Dad kept a couple of fancy items we never used inside the cupboard. He believes in preservation so do I. The day I held the knife was on Monday morning. Nobody was at home except for me. Christle and Danny had left for school. Dad had left for work while Mum went to visit one of her friends. I didn't go to school because I told them I had malaria. I told them I was sick and they believed me. It was obviously a lie and they still believed

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.