Slice Of Life Story Novels & Stories

I tried reasoning out " that's not my problem that he was messing around with all of us Alexa, I don't want him in my life I need him right now and as diamond's father he should step up coz him coming to see her once a week ain't working for me - maybe I'm just being selfish -"

What a pun it was. The second I tried slitting my wrist but funny I did not die I was just unconscious from loosing some blood and I was as alive as ever; the only thing that remained was the scar that still reminds me of my ruinous life. Funny right! I was so stupid I can't believe I tried taking these catastrophic steps. But did I give up this thought and route of marring; the answer is no to this! You see I'm a very stubborn goat and I was intend to take my life. What if I did not succeed first or second; there were thirds, fourth and so on.

Did they save the best for last?, well, they did. As much as I would love to barge into the story, I won't, without our daily dose of creative start--talk of young habits growing grey hairs. Churchill Winston once said, "Life is like a suya. Sweet to the eyes. Sweet on the tongue. It is so sweet that you continue reading this quote without realising that I don't know what in the heavens, a suya is!". Let's go one more, shall we?

JERRY’S POV… Life is moving really fast and the world keeps on changing. We were just stuck in a situation yesterday and after a few nights, we will find ourselves free. With patience and time, every single wound in us heals. I finally believe time really heals everything. I never imagined my life will be as flourishing as it is now. I never believed I could get to live a peaceful life outside my mansion. I live freely without any bondage of love or complicated friendship.

I cleaned the cut, gave her a cookie, and didn’t think about hiding the kitchen knives. Progress. We’re not healed. But we’re not haunted. We’re just… Living.

Joss added, still amused. There was a brief silence as we went back to eating. Then he asked, “Sable… you never told me about your life.” My heart nearly jumped out of my throat and onto my plate. I stared down, imagining my knife stabbing right into it. I gripped the knife tighter without realizing—I was holding it too tight. But Joss noticed. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Nothing,” I said quickly. “My family is dead… they died when I was young,” I replied, giving him the short version—excluding them. The Paxtons.

Quilton offered me money to help me settle down, but I was too young and unwilling to accept a handout. Thus, Quilton followed me every day, handing out flyers and collecting bottles in the snow. He'd get so cold that his nose would run uncontrollably. Later, when my stepfather tried to steal my tuition money, Quilton got stabbed while trying to protect me. In his daze, he said only one thing. "Let me protect you." After that, it felt natural for me to get together with him. I had once vowed to build a good life on my own, but later on, Quilton gave me that life instead—so much so that I ended up thinking Quilton was utterly devoted to me.

Aarif scratched his goatee while taking a bite of his pizza slice, “So our world won’t end as long as you keep writing.” Sikandar hummed in thought, “I’m not sure whether I should be relieved that our world won’t end yet or cry because we’ll have to put up with AI’s drama for the closest thing to an eternity.” He bit his slice and stretched it away from himself, stretching the cheese on it, “Damn, so cheesy.” “I’m glad we prevented our world from going into a limbo,” Shaan said, gobbling up his slice in one bite. “But that doesn’t solve our problem of being stuck here,” Meeran completed, slathering his slice in ketchup before taking a bite.

After I saw the post go through, I set my phone to silent and went to bed. Maybe it was everything that had happened lately, but I fell into a strange, tangled dream. Back in college, I used to run into Miles all the time at the café where he worked part-time. One day, I had just sat down when he walked over with a cup of coffee. I looked up at him, confused. He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "It's my first time making a latte. I was hoping you'd try it."

" I quickly scrolled up and realized that I'd indeed shared a sad song. In fact, it was basically the epitome of sad songs for heartbreak. My face burned with embarrassment, and I slapped my forehead. Damn it! I'd screwed up big time. I'd definitely tapped on the wrong song when sharing the link earlier. If not for that, I'd probably already have five million dollars in my account. "Elliot, it's your song." My friend's voice rang out. I took back the mic and was about to start singing when he added, "I've recently heard people say that your wife's been showing up at Quill Group. You should watch out. Honestly, Damian Quill is a jerk. Someone needs to teach him a lesson and stand up for you."