Real Story Of Life Novels & Stories

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.

Lissa uttered, and I immediately know that is the start of her life story. Back when we're at the plane, she already told me how she got pregnant at a very young age and how she didn’t tell her parents, and the story goes on. Her story is so true to life that you would know it’s not sprinkled with sugar and spice; especially with her choices of words and description that I knew she’s always been an authentic human being.

"So, tell me, what's going on?" "It's a long story," I said. "Oh, I love long stories." I rolled my eyes as I thought of how to begin. I didn't want to lie to her, but telling her the exact truth would be too confusing—because it's hard to make people believe you've lived several lives. "I'm waiting, girl," she urged me. "Of course you are. Anyway, it all started when our pack's seer saw a vision. In that vision..." > > > > > > >

“Not the headlines. The real one. The one only you know.” She exhaled slowly. “Sometimes. But some stories aren’t meant to be public. They’re meant to be carried. Quietly. By the people who lived them.” He nodded. “And the ones who lived them with you?” She thought of four faces younger then, hungrier then scattered now across cities and countries. “They carry their versions too,” she said. “That’s enough.” Leke smiled small, crooked, young. “Mine’s still being written,” he said. “With you in it.”

Dawn, day and night are the same, to make money. Thamrin City, there I made new friends Pohan, Nia, Khisor, Dety, Sri and some of my other friends. Which gave me the meaning of the struggle of life, really struggling and rising from the collapse of domestic life. Where I feel, looking for a mouthful of rice is a struggle, where buying diapers and baby milk is like buying gold and diamonds. Aliando, he is my new special friend, a story of one fate and struggle in Jakarta. Month after month I began to know the figure of Aliando, mysterious, like a veil of mystery. Are you sure? Are you sure there is only one love in his heart?

"Did I seem magnificent? Because I felt like I was fighting for my life." "Sometimes fighting for your life is the most magnificent thing you can do." "Grandma Helen, can I ask you something?" "Of course." "Do you think I belong in this family?" "What kind of question is that?" "An honest one." Grandma Helen was quiet for a moment. "Jane, can I tell you a story?" "What kind of story?" "A story about family lies." "Okay." "When Christian's parents died, this family was destroyed by secrets." "What kind of secrets?"

My body felt lighter and lighter, as though I was about to drift away. The little stars in the sky had been calling for me for quite a while now. They said they were going to take me somewhere very beautiful. Maybe it was time for me to leave first and scout out our new home. Goodbye, Mom and Dad. Goodbye, my adorable little brother. And goodbye to all of you who listened to my story until the very end. Our family would live together happily forever in another world.

Someday we'll drop our nicknames and they'll have to see who we are when we're together. Now we have something that will throw a rope around our necks, and at the same time it is the rope that they will have around their necks. However, this is not the time for anyone to know, we are going to continue to cover up, living a lie. She will have to disappear and have a Fake Life to survive. While I have a long Dangerous Life ahead of me. END .

“Nevertheless, my family is my life so I always strive to be there for them and to be the best husband and father I can be; it’s every man’s responsibility.” “A very diplomatic response, thank you very much Sir.” Natasha said, feigning a smile for the umpteenth time during the interview. “I think I should add something though,” Mr Kaponda added before Natasha could chip in the next question. “I think its public knowledge that before I married my wife, I led a very questionable life as a young man. There was a very brief period in my life when my life fell apart.

I was born in a town called Merchandising Town, population 4,298. It was a town like Hustle Town. There were a lot of shops, and people selling products to survive. My mom was one of the women who let vampires drink her blood for money. She would get around 40 dollars a night, but most of it went on paying off my dad's gambling debts. My dad was addicted to gambling, and a good for nothing. My mom fell for him at a food stand when he gave an older lady free fruit. He was, at one point and time, a good man. Mother always took care of him, which is why he quit his job at the fruit stand. He would only make around 10 dollars a day. Compared to her 40 dollars a night, he figured he didn't need t