My Life Is A Book Novels & Stories

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

I said. I walked in fully and placed the book on the table near them. Uncle James leaned forward slightly. Papa’s eyes stayed on me. “You wanted to know what the Gem of Life is,” I said. “It’s not a stone. Not a jewel. Not something you put in a crown.” Dada’s jaw tightened. “Then what is it?” “It’s a person.” Silence dropped heavy. Papa blinked. “Explain.” I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.

I narrowed my eyes and thought for a moment before replying, “It was just a coincidence, I guess.” In truth, that day was my birthday. I hadn’t been in touch with Finn for a while when he suddenly contacted me, saying he had a birthday surprise for me. Even though I didn’t believe him, as I had been fooled by him more times than I could count, I still went, pathetically hoping to see it for myself. When I was near the city hall, a loud rumbling sound suddenly thundered overhead. A helicopter scattering flower petals flew above me. Finn was sitting inside.

They became outcasts overnight, scorned by everyone, while they were forced to endure a pain that felt like steel spikes piercing through them every single day. As for me, my final counterattack against them completely turned my reputation around. Now, I was finally able to live the college life I was meant to have all along.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

Why wasn’t my childhood as easy as others’? I feel like my life is a book or movie that people are watching or reading. It is full of drama and complications more than the telenovelas I used to watch. Sometimes I wish I was a character in a movie or book, at least that way I would get a happy ending like the books I read. I remember reading a book series called Chasing Red and Always Red by Isabelle Ronin. That book was addictive that I had lost count of how many times I read it, I got lost in it, I even wished I was living the character’s life instead of my own.

And as I looked into the host's eyes, I knew that this was just the beginning of an incredible journey, one that would take me to places I never thought possible. As I continued to share my story, the host's eyes widened in shock and surprise. "Cynthia, I had no idea," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your book... it's about you, isn't it?" I nodded, feeling a sense of vulnerability and exposure. "Yes, it is," I admitted. "The book is a semi-autobiographical account of my life, my struggles, and my journey as a wife and a woman."

And she discontinued her course at Chicago. She even applied for the restaurants and cafeteria but she couldn’t get any. Finally, she started to work at a small finance company. She doesn’t have any regrets about her past. At first when she thinks about Min Kyu she would start to cry but now if anyone mentions his name she doesn’t feel anything or start to cry. She started to feel like she didn’t know anyone by that name. She even forgot him as a good friend. She started to live a new life like she was reborn….

Stan’s expression light up the moment I mention my book. "Wait, you were the writer of ’Live your life?’ That book was a philosophical breakthrough; it was able to speak the truth about the flaws of our society. It was a real eye-opener. I am a big fan," His confession makes me gleam. I didn't even know that he's a reader of my books. "Why, thank you. People always got angry at me because of how ’contradicting’ it was because I am a Christian," I explain.