Read A Little Life Novels & Stories

Luca looked amused but followed without protest. Inside, the air smelled of old paper and dust. Stacks of books filled every corner, and a sleepy cat dozed on the counter beside an elderly woman who greeted us with a kind smile. I wandered between the shelves, fingers brushing against spines — romance, poetry, mystery — stories that once felt too far away from the life I’d been living. I picked up a worn copy of The Little Prince and smiled faintly. “I used to read this when I was a kid.”

Ava pushed open the door to her dorm room, letting Noah follow her inside. She kicked off her sneakers, tossed her keys onto the desk, and turned to face him with a small, tired smile. “God, today was long,” she said, pulling her hair out of its ponytail so it fell loose around her shoulders. “I swear my last lecture went on forever.” Noah closed the door and leaned against it, hands in his pockets, watching her. “You look cute when you’re complaining.”

“You’re not.” The silence stretched between us, thick and heavy. He asked questions about my life — my work at the library, my mother’s condition, my father’s stupidity. I answered curtly, refusing to give him anything soft. But he listened. Really listened. That unnerved me more than his threats. By the time we finished eating, my nerves were pulled tight as violin strings. Lucien stood and offered his hand. “Come, Aurora. It’s time.” My stomach flipped. I ignored his hand and walked past him, chin high.

There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter. I opened to the first marked page. In Maverick’s handwriting, there was a note that read: “Does page 14 mean the data moves faster if you shorten the string? Let me know if I got that right.” I stared at the note, my heart feeling so light that I felt like a teenager again. I looked up at him, completely stunned. "Maverick... did you buy a coding textbook?"

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_

The golden platters were empty while the candles melted into short ones. With the popping of cork released from the bottle, there was what vibrated in my denim shorts. I reached for it inside my pocket and immediately answered the call I had been waiting for. The call of my beloved. In just a blink, all the sadness and tiredness were gone from waiting. Kachina's thin voice echoed on the other line.

"I think you should le-" My phone beeped and cut me off. I glared at the screen and saw notifications from social media or whatever they called it. I sounded like this because I didn't have a social life. I preferred to read novels and listen to music than waste the day chatting endlessly on stupid topics. I swiped to unlock and read. Immediately, I felt a mixture of emotions whirling inside of me. The more I read, the more it felt like everything became small, everywhere became hot, dark, making it hard for me to breathe.

With a gesture she invites me to sit down and I do it again when I put the chair back in its place. “It's normal the exaltation you just had. But I want to explain something to you, can I,” she asks a little cautiously and I nod, “perfect. Allie, you won't always have the power to decide what will happen to you, sometimes life can be cruel and decide for you but what you do decide is how to face the situation” I look at my hands in my lap with my eyes fixed on my feet, while I play with a small thread hanging from my blouse.

A little sound of the door being shut lightly was made. Impressive, they got into it too. Without me hearing them. The book “The Little Life” was one of the best books I read when I got here but it was too sad to finish. I only read it when I want to cry but I never made it to the middle of the book. “I know you are here,” I said calmly. “Who are you?” Whoever was in the room with me chuckled. I picked a knife, turned, and hurled it straight for his throat.

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