My Little Life Book Novels & Stories

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

“We already finished ‘The Super Legends’ yesterday.” “I want one of the new ones we bought this morning,” he said. ‘Mommies And Their Little Boys’. Blake and he had gone out for brunch this morning and later went shopping. He picked the book off the shelf and beside Jayce on the bed to read to him. “Story one.” Blake cleared his throat. A lump had suddenly gathered up there. He felt sorry for his little boy. Blake knew he was missing his mother terribly. He made a mental note to discuss him with Jolie, to find out if Jayce needs therapy of some sort. He just had to help his little boy. “The title is, ‘Little Ben and his Mom.”

Her eyes were blue and bright, her laughter feminine and graced. Even I got shy for a second when it became clear. I've had a shitty morning. It was nice to have someone pay attention to me and want me. Not someone who talked about our parents, started fights and then turned around to blame me for it. “Blaze Williams,” I simply said to introduce myself. “Thank you for bringing our food.” “Our?” She smiled and allowed her curious nervousness to show. “My sibling and I,” I replied. It wasn't even a lie.

Chapter 1 Little Li Han, the smallest shrimp in his class, had claimed the absolute perfect spot under the big shady tree at the edge of the playground. He sat there cross-legged with his favorite picture book balanced on his knees, the colorful pages open to the part where the brave little fish discovers the secret coral cave.

I announce and move toward my room. I throw myself on the bed and look up at the ceiling decorated with fluorescent stars. I remember how we used to glue them together with my mother. I smile as I replay the scene in my head. My room hasn’t changed much since their deaths. In the middle is a small table, and on it is a bowl filled to the brim with chocolate chip cookies that I bake myself. To the left is the desk where I used to do my homework every day, but now I practically don’t use it. Above it hangs a multitude of photo frames - each of which awakens in me pleasant, but at the same time painful memories. The entire right wall is occupied by a wooden bookcase filled with dozens of books.

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.

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To stay away from everyone, to keep them all in the dark about how fucked up my life is right now. I look at my bookshelf and smile when I find my favorite childhood book. Little prince. I grab it and cuddle up on my bed with the book. I pull the blanket up to my waist and open the book on the first page. I can’t remember the last time I read this book, but I know it will bring me back to memories from when I was a kid because I remember reading it to Layla.

go home and pack your luggage, I will be going to the hospital to keep Theresa company for tonight. "thank you so much aunty Seara, I appreciate all you do for us". *** Andrea got back home and pulled out the book her new boss had given her to study. boldly written on it was KAMASUTRA. what a strange word, she flipped the first page and a gasp escape her mouth. "What a strange beast! he really wants to take me on all this positions?. oh God what have gotten myself to".

My eyes moved back to the screen. No. It couldn't be. Then I saw the title. The book...That book. The one from the library. The one I found while waiting for Elara before our first meeting. I remembered picking it up. I remembered opening it. I remembered how disappointed I was when I realized it wasn't published. It was handwritten. Pages filled with ink. Like someone's personal diary. At the beginning, it was about two children. A little boy, a little girl. The girl always avoiding him. The boy always trying to get her attention. Until she realises he wasn't interested in her the way she'd thought. At the time, I thought it was boring. I didn't understand why someone would spend so much ti