Novel Perjalanan Hidup Novels & Stories

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But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

They shattered the transparent tempered glass, continuing their descent until they reached the end they had long awaited for 20 years. In their next life, they still wished to be a family. In their next life, they hoped for peace.

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.