Real Life Story Books Novels & Stories

Hello All. Welcome to my new book. Before you start, don't forget to join my F******k packhouse called The Black Alder/Accalia packhouse for updates and giveaways. Enjoy! Do you want to hear a story about a queen who instantly found true love and lived happily ever after? Well, tough shit. This isn't that type of story. This is my story. My life, and how it all got turned upside down before I could come to know what love really was, but before I can get to the juicy parts of my life, I need to start at the beginning. I need you to really understand just how fucked up my life really was before I met.....them!

She told that asshole King a story every night lest he killed her the next morning. I read that book when I was in high school and I found the concept behind it was so medieval, yet still true - Just keep the storytelling going, women will survive this fucking world dominated by men. "Do you know something funny? I saw a giant black wolf today on the subway platform. It wasn't the first time I saw it. I saw it in the parking lot the other day. And I saw it in my dream." "Your dream?" He murmured, sniffing my hair.

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

I planned to study History and international studies if I ever get the opportunity to become a student in college. I want to check on the books to read, but a book draw my attention to it "MIRACULOUS WOLF" I was suddenly drawn towards the book but I stopped myself why should I believe in things that are not real. My grandmum does tell me stories about them and they all end up being interesting, But I didn't feel like reading them. I just went for another historical book, it won't be bad to try this one. I took it and went to the front seat so I can enjoy it and also be observant about who goes in and out.

Maybe that was the thing that was really meant for me. I sit on the rocking chair inside my spacious bedroom while reading a book. Maybe the life of a poor person was more exciting than the life of a wealthy one. It might be the same with the stories about those poor people who worked hard to become rich. They studied hard, did part-time jobs to maintain themselves in school and also help their families. Until someday, they'd become rich and live happily ever after.

She decided to document her journey and insights in a book—a heartfelt memoir that would serve as a guide for future generations. With great care, Luna poured her wisdom onto the pages, sharing her personal struggles, triumphs, and the profound lessons she had learned. She weaved together stories of her own experiences, anecdotes from the people she had met along the way, and the transformative power of authenticity. The book, titled "Embracing True Colors: A Journey of Authenticity," was published and received with great enthusiasm. Its impact spread far and wide, touching the lives of individuals who sought guidance and inspiration on their own paths to self-discovery.

Most people's stories don't end up happily and I was one of those people. I was a living testimony. The books I was reading fed me with lies, they made me believe in fairytale love but it was not real. If only I was given a chance to write my story, I won't hesitate to go back on my word and end my story happily. I deserved it. Daisy said so.

He might be twenty-eight years of age, but in his grandmother's eyes, he would always be her baby. Her story was a real grass to grace story. It warmed my heart in so many ways and I felt terrible for hastily concluding that this house was just a testament of rich people's madness when they have way too much money than they knew what to do with. That's why it's said that everyone has their own side of the story. Hastily concluding like that made me feel stupid. “That was such an uplifting story ma'am. Have you considered writing a book about it? A lot of people would want to know the full story and not just the tidbits that tabloids and g****e search provides.”

"He always has an excuse." "He doesn't know I'm only seven diary pages away from leaving him." "I got my period today, and the cramps were so bad I couldn't get out of bed. Dexter came home and brought me some painkillers without me asking." "He said it was the same kind he'd gotten for Brianna last time. She said they worked great, so they'd probably help me too." "I said thanks, but no thanks." "One page left. Then I'm done." The last page had only two lines.

And then she poured the lighter fluid over my books, one by one, before setting them on fire while I watched. I only managed to save this one—my favourite. It’s the story of a boy no one ever loved. A boy everyone ignored, spat on, forgot. But he grows up and saves the world from hunger with nothing but his wit and heart. I used to think he was just a character. But now… now I see myself in him. I want to be like him. I want to prove that I’m not useless. That maybe, one day, I can be something to the world.