Rewriting Life Novels & Stories

Until we're able to give ourselves a better life. If someone as tough as Megan could stoop this low to survive, then I can't help but hate my life over and over again. Once again, I curse fate for choosing this kinda life for me...for us!

He really was there for her, to help her remember their wonderful love story, to recall how it has been between them before she lost her memory. Seeing her wardrobe in her stepfather’s house, Calleigh knew, without the shadow of a doubt, that she had been extremely hard to handle before the accident. The way she dressed, all the useless parties, her continuous running around from one city to another… It was time to put that aside and embrace this strange, new opportunity life was throwing at her. For Gabriel and their baby’s sake. For hers too. Calleigh felt his arms tighten around her, and she suddenly wondered if he was going to kiss her. The thought scared her. Suddenly, she jerked away f

I am 24 years-old. I have been writing books since I was 13 years-old. I have wrote 6 books total, but lost 5 to a house fire, and did not have backups. I lost my want to write after losing my first 5 books. It has been 8 years since then. This is my first book I have published. I am a mother of 1 daughter, trying for a second child. I want to make a living as a author, but also become a daycare teacher. I have a cp in earily childcare. My passion is my child. I love and live for my family. They matter more then anything.

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

It was the voice of everyone who has ever loved a story so much they wanted to destroy it. "Then welcome to the **Rewrite**."

It had been rewritten. The energy threads in the report glowed with the quiet shimmer of “recalibrated ink”, a rare spellcraft used to duplicate original documentation while subtly altering core truths. A preservation tactic used in bloodline propaganda. You didn’t burn history. You just rewrote it until the story fit your narrative.

“Do not worry, I will surely live your life perfectly and without blame.” Slowly reaching the flame and holding it onto his hand, he seconds gasp it within as it vanished inside him, whereupon in his eyes that glow the human life emotions, his deed and the first task is complete. “Now, where should I start?” Drawing a sinister smile on his face, he walks around the room as its memory surge inside his mind. Snapping his finger as he changes some fact that affects the memories of the ones involved and within its life. He changes its eye color and hair to his current one as he is now playing its life and very identity he will be in this world. Bending the fact of its life from the accident and

It was Repair, rewriting and unconditional cohesion. The world went on. And we were ready for every chapter that still comes I liked it.

“You’re not him.” “I’m what’s left. After you burned everything else.” He stepped closer. “You crowned yourself. Good. Now we’re equals.” “We never were.” “No,” he said, grinning. “But now we’re both gods pretending to be people. Let’s stop pretending.” He raised a hand, And the world behind him shattered, Nightwind’s valley was no longer real, it turned into memory. Trees flickered between seasons. Buildings collapsed, then rebuilt, then vanished. He was rewriting the world’s memory. Erasing it, Replacing it, With his version, Liora stepped forward, flames pouring from her skin. She whispered: “Then let’s rewrite each other.”