My Life In A Book Reviews Novels & Stories

"Wendy, don't stop me! Ricky's gone, and I don't want to live either! Tell me where he is. I'm going with him!" In my past life, I'd drowned in guilt, utterly convinced I'd personally killed my own son. I hadn't even seen Ricky's body before they buried him in a rush. Wendy flew into a panic. She had just spirited Ricky away. There was no way she could show me the corpse. All she could do was shriek, praying the noise would bring someone running in. True to her hopes, the door slammed open. My gaze locked onto a pair of bloodshot eyes.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

I close the book when I reach the part where he goes down on her in public, knowing there are multiple guards around. Fucking hell, what kind of life did people think she led? I go back to the bookshelves in my office, picking out of the first that catches my eyes. It is still about her, the more historically accurate one. Not the real one but at least it doesn’t have ten pages describing how thoroughly satisfied and satiated she is. This covers more of her early life, how they got that information is beyond me because I doubted she’d told anyone the story. It is still a good read but not good enough a distraction for me.

“This one?” Liam squinted. “Too dramatic.” I giggled again. “You’re a ruthless book critic.” He shrugged. “But you like it, don’t you?” I couldn’t deny it. This moment felt pleasant. Warm. Calm. Like a small fragment of life that used to get lost in the busyness of our separate worlds. We kept walking around, reading titles and studying covers one by one. From brightly colored illustrations, glamorous celebrity photos, to simple designs with only embossed titles and the author’s name.

And lastly, I have one favor to ask. Go back to the main book’s details and leave a 5 ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ review. Reviews mean everything to an author. They help new readers discover the book, they keep the book alive on the app, and they let me know that these characters reached your heart. Even a simple review makes a huge difference and supports me more than you can imagine. On that note… Alexandra’s story is titled: Chaos Is My Crown Blurb:

I put the phone down, tried to breathe like Mom had taught me when I got anxious. But I couldn't stop. I picked up the phone again. Kept reading. Found Darren's memoir page. Four and a half stars. Thousands of reviews. *"This book changed my life. Darren Blake's honesty about his past is incredible."* *"Everyone deserves a second chance. This is what redemption looks like."* *"I was skeptical at first, but by the end I was in tears. Real transformation is possible."* I scrolled through dozens of five-star reviews. People loved it. They believed him.

The Wolves' Territory Friday, July 22nd 17:33 I HAVE TO LOSE YOU TO LOVE YOU "And for what? He was already dead." LANI SNEAKILY SNEAKED into the meeting room once more as Isabella did, though, not so discreetly. She'd been excited when she caught sight of the biker that she'd taken quite a liking too, she hoped that she'd feel this way every time she saw him, however, she doubted that there would ever be a time that she'd look at him and not shiver. She smiled a wide smile at him as if it were clockwork, her chest contracted as his eyes scanned her up and down.

I should probably get straight to the point and stop the small talk. She huffed. "I am starting to rethink my life choices. I have so many books to read and write a review on. Look at that..." she pointed at the table in her room that was facing the huge ass window. I walked up to the table and picked up the book that was on it. There were lists of different books from different authors. "This is a lot." I breathed. "Don't I know it? And some of them will suck, no offense to the writers but... never mind. Why are you here?"

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.