Novel On Life Novels & Stories

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

Most whores didn't become a whore because they wanted to — Life made them one. We can't choose our destiny — it was already written. But the only thing we can do is edit, make amends, and shove a middle finger on the face of FATE! "FUCK LIFE, YOU WON!" THIS NOVEL IS WRITTEN BY ME — RF EWELE DAUGHTER OF A CHILD PREDATOR WHO WANTED TO PROVE TO LIFE THAT I DIDN'T CHOOSE MY DESTINY — BUT I CAN EDIT IT TO MY TASTE! Bye for now 💕

But how long? “I should go. Bye,” I said, bowing my head to them before leaving. “Bye, Ukiyo. Be careful.” Drayce said. The door closed behind me and headed my way to the elevator. At night. I went to bed early. Right before I left Drayce’s studio, I went straight to the bookstore and stopped at a café for a while. I realized that once I finally am in the limelight, I no longer enjoy my privacy or even going out to have fun by myself. But it was different from Mairin.

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

Alice hummed and went back to the supply room. We spent a relatively quiet week enjoying the peaceful life of the bunker. For the first time in many years, we had a roof above our heads. We usually stay away from big cities or buildings clusters because seventy out of ten times, it would have someone inside or close by. We used to camp in forests away from people. So being here now was a blessing. I washed my face and cut off my hair shorter. Long hair wasn’t practical. I don’t have the time to brush or find some products to take care of it.

They are still striving, yet happy and content. Coming to my present life now, I never thought that the stranger would be my lifeline. But it happened. I did modelling, acted in a couple of films even, written some novels also. But this Novel is very special to me. I'm writing this, I want to put this in words, nothing can impact a man the way words did.thats why I'm writing this , to tell as an example of his life , that life always give a chance to everybody, even if he is the sinner, or if he is a mafia don or if he is a criminal even. It is the one who grabs it and make use of it.

“ I just don't feel like I belong to them..I want a life..I don't want to live in a mansion and act like the princess. There's more dazzling place I could let my heart in than a place you can't even interact with your own parents since their time is fully given to money..life is..a sweet adventure..and I want to sail my own boat.” That made me realize something. Everyone's different, in the most unpredictable state. You coul just met someone but their soul has something to tell you. There are too many secrets that hides in their most adorable pesonalities. And everyone has a story to tell. And only few are courageous enough to share it with othere human souls. Because not everyone will under

The surroundings were filled with Buddhist factors, which were absorbed by his body. He looked at the two rows of bookshelves. He had an eye on that multi-colored scripture at first glance. Upon seeing that book title, Alex shuddered all over. Buddhism Is Initially a Way was surprisingly written on it. Seriously? He remembered that it was a novel of some sort! Could the Grand Bodhisattva have loved reading novels?