Pedaço De Vida Novels & Stories

I heard two more consecutive gunshot as my head spun , but I could bet that it didn't touch my body , or maybe it did but I couldn't feel it because I could no longer feel my body. Phoebe and Abuelita's smiling face flashed in my head , and then I saw Mia's crying face also, I never thought my life will end this way without getting to see Mia again, and for some weird reasons my mind wandered to the lady I met at the park today, before I finally stopped breathing.

She settled on strawberries, chocolate chips and a couple squirts of cream. She lifted her fork and knife tentatively, cutting off a small bite and half a strawberry. Popping it in her mouth, Annalise let it sit for a second before slowly starting to chew. Her eyes closed in delight. "Oh my gawd! This is so good..." She spoke mostly to herself, almost forgetting that she wasn't alone. She took another bite, this time with some chocolate chips. Etta chatted away as she ate. What she was studying, her parents, her brother, the boy in on of her classes that she really hoped turned out be her mate. She was still only seventeen so would have to wait until she turned eighteen in a few months.

I run into Leo going down the stairs at the entrance, he can't take his eyes off the papers he has in his right hand and the left one is tucked into his black pants pocket. "No, I don't want to" I get into the sporty Nissan when I finish getting off two by two, I put Pantera behind the seat belt and press the accelerator to the full just before my grandmother Pía arrives at the entrance with the shotgun, the bullets They do not reach me, it lost its touch, which confirms that it is old.

Carrying this weight all day plus the cannulas is something I do every day and I have gotten used to it, but it is still tedious not being able to move around as much as I would like. I toss and turn in bed looking for a comfortable position, when I finally find it I close my eyes and the last thought that crosses my mind before falling asleep is only one, and it is the one that has remained during all these years. I don't want to die, not yet. Please...

Jaimee almost walked by, but something told her to stop and ask him if he was okay, if he needed any help. He looked up at her, large teardrops falling from his hazel eyes. “Would you sit and talk with me a minute? I mean I know you don’t know me, but you asked if you could help and right now all I need is someone to talk to. My life is over.”

Life is worth living, Love makes it sweeter. - - THE END

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

I didn't have to wake up early to wait on Ethan. I could finally do whatever I liked, but I didn't have much time left. When I turned on my phone, there were no missed calls, nor were there any messages. Nobody cared about me. But it was fine. I had myself. I opened my WhatsApp and found the familiar profile picture. Eventually, I restrained myself. Since we broke up, I shouldn't bother him anymore. Having four months left to live, I wanted to visit places I'd never been before. I pulled out my passport, which had never been used even once. Then, I booked the earliest flight to Swilea.

I was on my second can when I heard footsteps down the stairs, and that was my cue to hide beside the fridge. “Are you sure I can’t stay the night?” I rolled my eyes at how cringy the woman's voice sounds, still probably trying to seduce my housemate. “You know I don’t do that cuddle BS.” Even without seeing his face, I know he was smirking at the girl right now, playing with her like she was on the palm of his hand. “Then maybe we can do this again some other time?” “We'll see." "Just call me when you need to spice up your life."

The once-privileged heirs, cut off from their powerful families, had since sunk into lives of quiet misery. Upon hearing that, Mia raised her hand to stop the conversation. “That’s enough. It’s not good for the baby.” They were nothing more than parts of the past. And Mia was walking toward a better future.