My Life Stories Novels & Stories

She smiled happily to herself for a moment and kissed the golden ring on her middle finger. *** It was 9:00 pm. The freezy night breeze blew as if it was also excited about Zayd's proposal. I was busy writing down a new story out side the house, while grandma was reciting some du'a in her room. I was writing my true life story; with me was my old diaries and a huge Oxford learner's dictionary. I placed them on a large marble table outside. Just doing what I do best- writing, playing with words and creating my own ideas. I started with the unfortunate accident that led to my parent's death. Grandpa's heart attack and how Uncle Ibrahim abandoned us all for that his grumpy looking wife and her

Hello there! I see you are back for more of my confessions, it’s good to have you back. I ain’t got much to say so let’s get on with this My apologies! Before we start I gotta inform you the tale you are about to witness isn’t my experience so I will tell it as I heard it without omitting or adding anything, hope you enjoy it Life is a crazy son of a bitch you know? One moment you are living a badass life with zero care to the world and the next you are all over a mortal cause of how good the sex was. But damn it the sex was fire—only if I could have it one last time

At least my secret wasn’t as humiliating for me. “Okay. I wrote a short story in high school, based on my life. It was about a girl who didn’t get along with her parents, and dreamed of having a completely different life. She got along really well with this couple who loved her like their own daughter, and she always wished that this couple could be her parents instead.” I looked at him, expecting him to laugh at me, or to tell me that that was a stupid idea for a story, but he looked like he was interested in what I was saying.

After I had paid her back, Holly had tossed aside her college dreams to chase fortunes in Eastbridge City, diving headfirst into the stock market. She thought she would strike it rich with her so-called previous life's wisdom, but the stock market was no child's play. She ended up broke, swallowed her pride, and returned home by train. Our parents urged her to settle down with any bachelor in town, but Holly's spirit was too wild for that. She left, only to resurface in a grim human trafficking scandal. Anthony's army buddy recognized her cries for me and reached out. When I saw her, her eyes pleaded for rescue, but some chains were too heavy for one person to break.

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.

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

"You… You knew I wrote them?" I curled my lip in contempt. "Not only did I know–I was reborn, too. "Everything you did to me in our last life–I remember it all." You faked your death. You left me to live like a widow while you were very much alive. In that life, I clung to a hope that would never come true and drifted through decades in a haze. As my words settled, Larry's face turned ghostly pale. "S-sorry, Dheena… So you were reborn, too? I didn't know–"

“There's nothing to tell,” I replied. “Oh, I'm sure there is. Everyone has a story. I'm very curious to hear yours. If we're going to act as lovers, then we need to know things about each other.” There was no way I was just going to open up my life to him so I decided to give him a quick summary, knowing he wouldn't stop asking if I didn't. “There really isn't much to tell. I'm the youngest of three children and both my parents are dead.”

I didn’t trust her yet, but she was under the NDA too, so my scepticism about her didn’t really matter. Also, like Alexander had said, I had to grow up. I had made bad decisions in the past. That was done and dusted. There was no need for me to continue being embarrassed about them. I just need to accept them as mistakes and hopefully never repeat them in the future. “Do you want to hear a story?” Her eyes widened, obviously not expecting this turn of events. But she still nodded, very eagerly. “Yes, please go ahead.” So, I told her everything, my entire life story. From when I lived with my parents, to me losing them, moving in with my aunt and how I got involved with Justin. I told her abo

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.