My Little Life Book Novels & Stories

You are my child now, but you will still have to do servant jobs. I put the card down on the table, and opened the box. Inside were 2 different things. One was a movie, the other a book. The movie read 'Rava the last dragon', and the book read 'Green eggs and ham'. I was in awe. They were in good condition. To find a book, or to have a movie was rare. Usually you could only see a movie at the theater, which cost a lot. Books were even harder to get. Mortals were only allowed specific things. I was so happy. I ran to my room, and put the book on my shelf. The movie in my dresser. I wanted to watch the movie first, but I also wanted to explore. I figured they were mine now, so I could watch th

Which what purpose? Lara discovered the book when she was in her second life. The name of the author was blurry and she couldn’t find who was the one that published that book. No one knew about it, no one had heard about it. However, just as she finished the book for the tenth time, something happened, she died. The plane she was inside exploded, and just like that, she returned to her first life. ‘Those bastards… this time I will make them pay.’ **** “Did you hear?”

He was a twisted man, but he never said he was sane. Just when he thought his life had no other purpose beside working and dying, wasting his time on work and worldly pleasure, he stumbled across young Lana. The little girl had just lost her father over a year earlier, she was so small in comparison to the adults around her, she was so beautiful, and so pure.

He was organized, efficient, a perfectionist in everything he did. Or so I had thought. I ran my finger along the spines, counting back the years. Ten years ago. Eleven. Twelve. My finger stopped on the year the hunter would have been twelve years old. I pulled the heavy book from the shelf and carried it to the reading table in the center of the room. Dust motes danced in the lamplight as I opened the cover, swirling like ghosts. The first few pages were standard. Financial records, mission reports, contracts for security details. Everything was in Michail's neat, cursive handwriting.

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She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

Hardin chuckled. "Don't call him that ever," Clara warned angrily. She was locked up in here because of them, when she got to the last step, she looked around carefully. It was a small bedroom, who would live in a fridge? Was this like a hideout of what? There was a bowl of fruits on the small table next to the bed, there was a wardrobe at the corner and a door which is suspect would lead to the bathroom, the only thing missing in here was a window, how could one breathe in here.

According to grandma, who I still call from the phone, she'd sneakily sent me for my last birthday; it was one of mom's passions as well. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I didn't hear the door open. I didn't realize she was there until the book was ripped out of my hands and thrown across the room. It hit the wall hard and slid down to the carpeted floor with a soft thud.

And this is how it should always be. I stopped just right at the front gate of the school when my phone vibrated from my pocket. As I pick it up, a message from my younger sister came. [Carla: Sis! My teacher praised me for having the best and lively introduction in my class. BestSisCelene: Congratulations! As a price, do you want me to buy you something? Carla: Yogurts! Strawberry flavor.] I didn't notice the smile forming on my lips. This is one of the sweetest yet painful things to have once I reincarnated with new life. I pushed back the negative thoughts coming to my mind and replied.