Novel & Cerita Real Story Of Life

God "Tell me, Lauren, about your real life" Lauren "I was born into a happy family living with my father and mother happily, I was just 10 years old at that time but the happiness didn't last and war broke out as our village was near the bored our village was first attacked, the reinforcement came but it was too late I saw my parents getting killed right in front of me in cold blood they didn't try to spare but I was lucky that I was rescued just in time I was sent into an orphanage where I made a friend his name was Alex but unlike me he was an orphan from birth but I could not stay in that peaceful orphanage as war was getting more intense, kids like me where brought to the army and where

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

“Of course, there will be, everyone will have their own afterlife. So don't worry guys." Eric lovingly hugged the two children's faces and kissed them, making them laugh happily. Henry saw that this person of his life was a bit thoughtful, although not in the same historical process, but had his own incarnation, it was a bit surprising and curious. “Tomorrow morning you will be in the newspaper, the successful businessman has a baby, and the famous actor who follows will surely say that Alan is the child of this actress. And so the drama broke out. He will be hit, and then a man who looks exactly like him will find him to solve this problem.

If you must tell a story, then you should tell the story from the start to finish. But this time it was i who was telling such stories to my children at bedtime, a story which is not meant to be told at such a bed time rest, but this is not a story as it ought to be. Do you call History of one a story? In general stories could be anything fake or real but to me it was not. To me the History of my people was never a story. No it should be called the way it was... a History. This was going to be me in that story, pardon me i have made error calling the History of my home a story. Again i seek for remission of sin from the gods of my home land if it be an atrocity to tell the younger ones such

♧AUTHOR'S POV♧ At a point in everyone's life through by our consent or without our consent everything changes some notices it some wont notices it that one single point is the mile stone in a individual's life journey everyone wishes the best in their life but the fact is some says life is a empty book with beginning and ending rest of the thing decided by us some says life is a scripted concept we are just playing our role though none of the theory proved but people uses these theories according to their convenience a single second is enough to make a poor to rich and rich to poor the same second is enough to make the most powerful person to a weak person the same single second can make hap

Not a perfect story. A human one.

He didn't have time for my calls. "I'll do it myself," I whispered, forcing out the words. Using every ounce of strength left in me, I gripped the pen and scrawled my name. The pain was overwhelming, threatening to pull me under. As my consciousness blurred, I overheard the nurses murmuring in the background. "Marriage really is a gamble. That pregnant woman we brought in earlier had a husband who treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world." "In contrast, this one is on the verge of death, yet no one is here for her."

This dіаrу wіll tell thе story of whаt hарреnеd tо mе, Sаrаh Shаw. *Dау Twо: Even in thе ріtѕ оf thіѕ hellhole, there is hope. That’s whаt I hаvе tо hold оn tо. Thіѕ is whу I’m wrіtіng my story hеrе. Thе losers dо not uѕuаllу wrіtе hіѕtоrу; neither dо vісtіmѕ lіkе mе.

"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..." > > > > > > >

Ever since I moved here, I knew I had to come up with a story that would be believable if I wanted to stay and from my experience, everyone got moved by a sob story My life fell apart when my parents died unexpectedly. My father was a big-shot construction contractor scaling up the ranks pretty quickly in the market. Life was very good and I was getting ready to finish highschool and fulfill my dream of becoming an English major but tragedy struck my father’s business, bringing his entire career to the ground. He was implicated with financial fraud and there were several documents to prove that he was guilty of the charges levied against him. The media was having a field day camping day and