Purpose Driven Life Novels & Stories

Every day was a chance to prove, to nurture, and to love not recklessly, but with intention. This was more than business. This was a life. Our life. And I wouldn’t trade a single moment of struggle or waiting, because every step had led me to this exact place. To him. To us.

“I thought everyone in this town are all werewolves. I kind of had confidence that not everyone will attack humans. Before, I was afraid to think of werewolves. I thought they were going to attack every human in their way.” “No, they don’t. Like us, they have a purpose in doing those things.” I glanced at the book that he was reading. A self-help book about having a purpose in life. He’s only saying those because of what he read. “You mean they have a purpose in killing our parents. What kind of purpose is that?” “Bad and wrong purpose. You should keep that to yourself. You should have the right and correct purpose in your life and every decision that you make.”

I sit up, eager to hear him speak. “Three years ago,” He begins, “If anyone asked me what my purpose was, I’d have been unable to answer. I never really had a purpose and I only did things that I believed I could profit from. I knew a lot of things that most people wouldn’t care about. I knew how to bake, cook, write, paint and a whole lot more. Doing one thing didn’t excite me so I thought doing tons of different things would do the job.” “But none of those things really made me feel alive. And just when I thought I’d continue living like that until I’m old and toothless, someone dropped a miracle at my door.”

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Where I get to take up space. I'm going to use this money for medical care that keeps me breathing. For therapy that teaches me I deserved better. For legal protection from the people who see me as an inheritance, not a person. And I'm going to use some of it for completely impractical things. Books I want. Classes I don't need. Experiences that serve no purpose except making me feel alive. Because you said: build a life worth living in the face of mortality. I'm doing that, Grandmother.

Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love." Felt like I was watching two totally separate plotlines from a cheesy drama. While they were toasting new deals and having candlelit dinners, I was in the lab, debugging robotics software. While they shopped and ate at influencer hotspots, I was knee-deep in wires, trying to fix a bot that wouldn't stop glitching. While they partied and got drunk, posting their "relationship goals" online and soaking up the likes, I hit a breakthrough—a whole new approach.

I gave his hand another squeeze, my heart aching for the boy who was both a fighter and a child searching for where he belonged. I said, “Ace, like you, I do not know who I am. What was the purpose of my life? Why did my parents bring me to life? But I made a purpose of life. That is to cure people like you and me, to help people like us belong somewhere. I think you will be fine. You will also find out the purpose of your life. It may take some time. But always have faith in you.”

“Are you even human?” “Huh?” Drayce leaned his arms on the table. “No human can resist making a lot of wishes. Unless, he restricted you to wish for more.” I shook my head. “I don’t remember if he did forbid me to wish for two or more.” “Then why didn’t you wish for more? You could have wished for immortality, or become a billionaire or even…” “I only want one to achieve that. I guess.” “What, immortality?” “How old are you anyway?”

@Justastudent: The essence of my life right now is to pass my exams, get a full CGPA, and enter an Ivy League school to make life easier for my mother, who works three jobs to put me through school. @Shyreader: I want to become a doctor and dedicate my life to saving cancer patients. I lost my grandpa to it, and I don’t want anyone else to lose their family members to cancer. @User111: The only essence of my life is revenge. I exist for revenge. Until I kill those who murdered my daughter, I won’t rest in peace. Revenge is what drives me to wake up and live this pathetic and terrible life.

He growled without turning to look at me. “What I mean” I put a hand on his shoulder as he tried to pull away. “Is that I have a purpose now, Peter. Before, I just existed. Now I feel like I've come back to life.” I took a deep breath before exhaling sharply. “I thought I lived when I was a firefighter. I thought I had it all and that saving lives was my purpose in life. But it took me losing a leg to I realized I hadn't found what I really needed.” “Vivienne and Taylor?”