My Life Is A Book Novels & Stories

Legally, we were family, listed on the same household register. As a teenage girl, how was I supposed to handle such dramatic change? Especially when I was half in love with him. So I ran. I took the hospital transfer to some remote county. From then on, we lived separate lives. The truth was, part of me married Terence out of spite. I wanted to see if Matthew would come back for me when he found out I was getting married. He didn't. So I let that fantasy go, forced myself to get over him, and settled into being Terence's wife and Ricky's mom.

"But life is a Rollercoaster, Liviana. It's a long, fun, and terrifying ride. And there's no getting off until the very end. So, you better enjoy it while it lasts." That woman had taught Liviana a valuable life lesson that day, and more than she knew, she had also given a young, hopeless girl her heart back. She had taught her of the rollercoaster that was life and had given her a new book to read from the cell her parents had her entrapped in. Only this book wasn't like the others. The words weren't the written form of deception and the book wasn't one where she was the side character in the story of her life. Instead, there was nothing. There were no lies, no loopholes, and certainly no g

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

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

No way! As I think of so much different possibilities, I comtinued to read every part of the book. It was stated here how I got a cold when I was young and was placed to a better palace. Every scenes that had happened to my life is here so U was more than ahocked until I read the ast lart of the book. It says how I found out about this book and how shick I am and it ended there. No, is it automatically writing what happened to my life? There's now way right?

“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.

But now, the last person tied to my life had walked away too. When I died... There probably wouldn't even be anyone to claim my body. My tears wouldn't stop. Fine. I'd mourn myself early. *** I was feeding a bunch of stray cats when an old coworker called. She burst into tears before she even said a word. "Yara, you absolute angel, please come back, okay?" "I'm not going back." I poured food into a little bowl. The cats ate like it was the best meal of their lives, and I smiled.

They'd already left for work. I lived in a two-story villa. I walked downstairs to the dining room. I said to the maid, "Ms. Henson, is breakfast ready? "I'm going to be late for school." Aileen had been living with Lilia, so she took Lilia's last name. For now, Lilia was not that greedy. She only dared to steal something of value from my house and sell them out. I loved Aileen, so I kept Lilia's little secret. And my parents loved me very much.

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