Slice Of Life Novels & Stories

I just regained my senses when I saw my husband, Kyle Cromer, sitting beside me with a bottle of water in his hand. "You've been asleep for a while, Sylvia. Here, have some water," he said, unscrewing the cap before offering it to me. In the past, I might have been touched by his thoughtfulness. But now that I experienced death and just got a second chance at life, I questioned everything. When I was eight months pregnant in my past life, Kyle abruptly insisted on taking me back to his hometown to give birth. He claimed his mother could take care of me and forced me onto a high-speed train that would take seven to eight hours.

"Not bad, not bad." With everyone's approval, a radiant smile spread across Mrs. Wilson's face, causing her wrinkles to crinkle with joy. She lifted a milkshake in excitement and said, "Thanks to Zoe. If she hadn't suggested trying something new, we might have never made any changes in our lives. Come, let's raise our glasses to celebrate, cheers!" "Cheers! Here's to Slice of Life's prosperity and enduring success!" Everyone present raised their glasses, enthusiastically toasting to a bright future. The heartwarming scene brought tears to my eyes.

As I reach for the milk, I notice the empty carton, a stark reminder of our meager existence. Undeterred, I rummage through the pantry, searching for any remnants of sustenance. A half-empty box of cereal and a few slices of stale bread catch my eye. With a sigh, I decide to make do with what little we have. I toast the bread, watching as it turns a golden brown, a small victory amidst the chaos that engulfs our lives.

she toasted, her voice filled with emotion. Everyone raised their glasses, clinking them together in a symbol of unity and hope. The rest of the evening passed with stories and laughter, the bonds between them growing stronger with every shared moment. The incident with the cut had already faded into a small, insignificant blip in an otherwise perfect night. Skylar looked around the table, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Life, with its unexpected twists and turns, had brought them all to this beautiful moment, and she couldn’t have been happier.

Under the streetlight, I caught a glimpse of his eyes—red and tired. I smiled. "No stress. I eat well, sleep well. Of course I've filled out a bit." I used to be barely hanging on—5'7", barely 99 pounds. Back then, I was stuck taking care of him, stewing over how obvious his thing for someone else was. Lost my appetite day after day. Slipped into a mild eating disorder without even realizing. It wasn't until I came to Inglane that I started healing. Started looking—and feeling—like myself again.

"Ignore her. If she doesn't want to come out to eat, then let her starve. It would be even better if she starved to death. I'll just pretend that I never had a sister like her." I sneered inwardly. Unfortunately, things weren't going according to Scarlet's plan. While they gnawed on hard, dry bread outside my door, I happily enjoyed ribs and tacos, binge-watching the latest show on my phone, and finishing with cheesecake for dessert. I was genuinely having the time of my life. … I didn't know when it all began, but soon, the nights were no longer quiet and peaceful. I felt my heart run cold. At night, I could hear men wailing, women screaming, and children crying without end.

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.

So I plant a bug in his phone at night when he goes to sleep. Next morning he get up and goes to bathroom to get ready for office ,he also take his phone with him. Well it's not new who do that everyday. I get up and goes to kitchen to make breakfast for the family. He came down and start to have breakfast and goes to office. Veer pov. Everything is seems under control now. We'll I have a girlfriend, not one through. I know I also have a wife. Honestly speaking I love my wife very much she's a perfect woman with a hourglass figure and innocent face. But I want a spice in my life.

I held the picture in my mind, so real I could smell it. “Make me a sandwich,” I whispered through my drool. Claire twitched. Her tongue traced along her bottom lip. She slowly turned towards the table overflowing with food and picked up a knife. There was a giant loaf of bread, round like a large cake. With swift strikes she had two slices. She piled a range of items onto one slice and then placed the second slice on top. She cut it in two and picked up one overflowing half.

River's POV As we all had light lunch at the funeral, Anthony decided to head towards a restaurant to have early dinner as It's already evening and we all were tired to go home and make some food. Right now we are at a family diner, Anthony is ordering food for all of us after asking what we all wanted to have a few minutes ago. I really don't have idea about food out here in restaurants as I never really went out that many times, didn't have money to buy food from restaurants either so I decided to have what Scarlet ordered which includes a hamburger and fries with oreo shake. Apparently, Henna doesn't like Orni eating junk food all the time but she didn't stop this time. She was too busy t