My Life Stories Novels & Stories

For years, Timothee thought that everyone was the main character of their own lives. That even when things seemed boring from time to time, every single person in the world would always have stories to tell about their lives. After all, writers tend to only write the parts in a story that were interesting. No one wanted to read about the mundane parts of the character’s life in detail. And that was when she realized that it was just like her case as well. A lot of things had happened. Good and bad things. Maybe she was in a story as well? That was a thought that would always make her smile.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I had not kill anyone before in my life but If i would need to kill anyone today just so I could escape I'm afraid tjat i would have to do it. If madam livia could kill someone because they were trying to escape. Then I was afraid I would kill someone so I wouldn't have to be killed. I would be the victor in the story instead of the victim that everyone pitied. I was annoyed and I neeeded to do anything this night. With how the place was bubbly I doubted if they would catch me today as I attempted mu eacape. This life that I had lived, I had done alot of things to survive from running away from italy to Uk , treating criminals in the dead of the night even though that will danger my life bec

I smile "Yeah, so to while away time. I have a story to tell you. A real life story." "Sweet..." I laugh, eager to hear the story she wants to tell. "Whose story is it? Yours?" I jokingly ask "Yes. It's my story." My eyebrows arch with surprise. I wasn't expecting her to share her life story with me. I thought it would be about someone she knew. "Really?" "Yes, really. Didn't I tell you I'm quite an interesting person to get to know?... The story is about myself and the only man that I've ever loved in all the years that I've spent on earth."

Confusion crossed my face. “Stories?” She nodded. “I didn’t know you.” The simplicity of the answer hurt. “I couldn’t write about your life because I wasn’t part of it.” My throat tightened. “So I wrote about mine.” Silence settled between us. Heavy. Personal. “I told you about the first apartment I ever rented.” A small smile appeared. “I told you how terrible I was at cooking.” Another smile. Sadder this time. “I told you about the stray dog that followed me home and refused to leave.”

Dad lay on the stinky, pee-soaked mattress, watching Mom lose her shit with the paramedics refusing to pay anything at all, as murky tears slid down his cheek. He then posted a link to a GoFundMe online to raise funds for his hospital stay, with the subject that read, "Save a pitiful man's life". I chanced upon the link on his social media account while sipping on some red wine in my luxury apartment. I tapped into it and then reported it for being false information. Then, I continued working on my international M&A project. … Two months later, a beat-up van pulled up outside the old apartment, and Andrea was dragged up the steps by two burly men and dumped onto the ground.

Back in college, we agreed we would see the northern lights together. He said the aurora symbolized eternal love. Ten years had passed. We still hadn't gone. I opened a job site and began filling out applications. I entered my awards one by one. I attached a link to my portfolio. Then I clicked submit. The next day, I began picking up all the skills I had once thrown away. Starting with making breakfast. Turn on the stove. Pour the oil. The beaten egg hit the pan, and hot oil spat upward.

Caleb's hands trembled as he opened the journal. The moment he saw the familiar handwriting, tears welled up again and spilled down his face. "May 1st. Today, the doctor told me I have Wolf Dissolution Disorder. I only have three days left. I'm so scared. I want to tell Caleb, but I don't want him to worry." "May 2nd. I saw the mate termination contract Caleb gave me. It broke my heart. I know he's just trying to fulfill Ruby's dying wish, but I can't bear to let him go."

And all of a sudden , her countenance changed again into a kind I can't explain. "Yes. I'm owing myself....my health"... --------------- My name is Lorna and let's say, this is the beginning of my story. A story of how i became a student-wife, a heroine and a mother. I was nineteen years old here and remained the only child of my parents. This is an autobiography rather, entailing my life, my struggles and epic moments, my victory and losses and more .

The education program Claudia would eventually, years from now, build into something that bore her own mark. At the back of the report, a section I'd asked the communications team to add two years ago. Stories. Not statistics. Stories. Specific people whose lives had been touched by the foundation's work. A woman in Chicago who'd accessed the therapy center after losing both parents in a car accident at nineteen. A boy in Seattle who'd received a scholarship and was now finishing a degree in public health. A family in London who'd found the resources to stay together after catastrophic loss. People my parents would never know existed.