Novel Life Novels & Stories

He filled his questions of her whereabouts with assumptions and brushed it off as if it was some necessary dust on his coat. Yvonne reminded me of myself, although we both suffered, we seem to have those small happy moments that we treasure. Although we came from two different backgrounds, we pretty much suffered the same. I fell asleep that day with a lot in my mind, how Yvonne was, how she felt, what she wanted to be in life. My knowledge of this reality is based on the novel Nova created, I don't know the living people here personally. I don't personally know how they grew up, and even though they're book characters for Nova, they're still human beings. Creatures with a soul and life give

She watched the three of them—the ancient, the immortal, and the newly born—and thought about what it meant to be part of something that had never existed before. She thought about the novel she had read in her previous life, the one she had despised, the one that had given her a villainess to be exhausted by and a plot to navigate and an ending she had found unsatisfying. The novel is gone now. The story it had contained had been overwritten, replaced by something else, something that had no script and no predetermined conclusion and no guarantee of survival. She thought: this is what it feels like to be alive in an unwritten world.

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….

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

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Back in the physical world, Novel’s body collapsed beside Kitty, as he coughed up a splash of blood before slipping into complete unconsciousness. Inside his mind, Alexei faced the dark, monstrous shadow of the Myth standing before him. “You can’t use me for your revenge!” Alexei roared, charging the beast with everything he had. “My mate isn't dead! Give me back my body!” With a final, desperate strike, Alexei slammed into the dark entity, and darkness took him completely. _____ One Year Later It was Novel’s university graduation day. She stood near the podium in her cap and gown, a bright smile on her face as she chatted and snapped photos with her classmates, completely oblivious to the f

SHAWNA'S POV: Life has always been cruel to me, I have lost all those who were once close to my heart. Standing here all alone. Well, they say, nobody's life is perfect and neither is that they are perfect... But guess that is how life is, like me. I am not perfect or either my life is, for me, life is now a mystery. It is always in suspense what the next morning bring for me?... LIFE... the four-letter word... it's amusing how tiny and simple it looks, but when we see it closely, it is a big wide world. It would take another novel to write it all about.

(Lancelot’s POV) The novel “The Love of My Life” is a story best suited for teenagers. That being said, some of the topics discussed in the novel weights heavily on romance compared to other elements, world building included. Because of that, the scale between the love interests’ life stories and others’ life stories tipped unfairly to the love interests’ side. Not like I have any problem with it when I read it. Because, I’ve read somewhere before that other than fantasy books with hellishly long storyline and particular world building, books which was written to suit the romance genre shouldn’t depict too much of characters’ other than the main characters’ life.

My maids thankfully packed three pairs of mittens, all varying from gray, to brown, to black. I wear the gray ones, cupping my hands in an attempt to catch some snowflakes. They melt on impact, and I walk around, staring up at the sky in wonder. New Puerto is so different and so beautiful than my home. Even with the snow, I can see the stars glittering in earnest, the smoke from fires made to keep the small cabins and homes warm. Quill is close to me, giving me my space to allow me to enjoy the snow, but always close by in case I needed him.

That's why she didn't wanted anyone to be a part of her life ever again. She was afraid that they would eventually leave her alone too... That's what scared her the most...Being left alone...Being left behind... Staring at the wall, her tears stopped flowing, but she still kept looking at the wall with blurry eyes. She had realized today, why she was not able to write about life. Why it was so hard to write the words down about life on a paper...It was because she had not been living but surviving...She thought that Life was an Illusion but that was not true. Everything was real but when you go into survival mode, all seems like an illusion.