Some People Are Born Great Novels & Stories

Sometimes life is not fair , I guess" "No.. God put us in a position that we're capable of. All this process makes us who we are now. Stronger , wiser and just learn from our mistake" He said and I nodded agreeing to him "I was born a Lemiere , the first child to be exact. I got a big weight on my shoulder leading the whole group. I made a lot of mistakes too but still they look up to me" He sighed "They trust you , that's why" I said and he nodded

As if everything he had achieved belonged to her simply because she had given him a place on the Blizzards Wipers. “Calix would have succeeded on any team,” Nihan said firmly. “Even if he hadn’t started here.” She held Lucy’s gaze. “Calix was born to play hockey.” Lucy suddenly laughed. Not a small laugh. She threw her head back as if Nihan had just said something ridiculous. “Born?” Her laughter slowly faded. “No one is born to become something, young woman.” Lucy’s eyes hardened. “We are made.” She placed her cup down. “You aren’t simply born into this world with a purpose. People are shaped into what they eventually become. Believing someone was born for greatness is nothing more than wis

"Nobody deserves this." "So, what is it, then?" Livi asks, growing all the more confused. "They're just bad people? That's it?" She asks. "That's the end of the story?" Ben lifts a shoulder, only to let it fall a second later. "I suppose it is," he says. "Some people... some people are just born rotten, and there's nothing anyone can do to change that." "You don't know that-" "I do," he disagrees with a nod.

Jasmine said in disappointment, "I don't know if I can teach my child well. When I take Michael out and see that everyone else is a family of three, I wonder if I am too selfish to give birth to him and let him live in a family without a father. Is that really good?" Grandma Gill comforted her, "it's not easy to have a baby in the first place. Some people say that giving birth is the most painful, but I don't think so. The hardest and most difficult thing is in the coming decades. To teach him, to make him healthy and successful, whatever it is, it's harder than having a baby. You decided to have the baby, so there's no point in worrying about it now. You might as well try to give him a warm

How magnanimous! The comment section was instantly in an uproar. [Gosh! Really?] [Timothy's letting his wife have a baby with another man?] [How pathetic!] [A live-in son-in-law is really different. He even lent out his wife!] [Hahaha! Lending out his woman to save the whole family? I'm dying of laughter!] My hands began to tremble. The phone rang again. This time, it was a notification from the family's group chat. Phillip had sent the same thing.

I was not sure how to answer it; I did not have a rehearsed response prepared. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she wouldn’t budge. It was the same expression Joemar, himself, so often wore. So I decided to tell her the truth. “There are few great men in history,” I explained. “And when I say great, I truly mean great. Alexander. Julius Caesar. Napoleon. These men warp the air around them, changing lives as they go. Sweeping up men and women in their wake. Those who are swept up by such men are lucky, truly lucky in a way that is difficult to understand.

During a philosophy lesson, an instructor once asked the class what defined greatness. "The ability to suffer fools without throttling them," Ivy said. "I was going to say legacy," another student offered. "Legacy is what people write on stones after you’re too dead to object." Somewhere behind her, someone snorted. Ivy smirked. She wasn’t trying to be liked. She wasn’t trying to be feared. She was just trying to be heard.

"Papa, why are people saying you're not supposed to be Alpha?" I look at her. She is five years old and she has Valentina's eyes and she is asking me a question that does not have a simple answer and which she deserves an honest version of, and I am working out what the honest version looks like in a form that a five-year-old can hold. "There are some people," I say carefully, "who think that who leads should be decided by who you were born to rather than by what you've done. And they are using an old law to make that argument."

"Haha! Prince, why are you so shocked? Are you frightened by our words? Well, you were born into the royal family, so you naturally don't understand these things... Let's put it this way! Now the disciples of the Unfettered Immortal Palace all call themselves geniuses, but you should know that geniuses who have not grown up can’t be called geniuses, right?" "That's right! The so-called geniuses and monsters are people who have fulfilled their talents. They haven't done that yet! They haven't even fulfilled their talents. How can they be geniuses? If they're really unlucky to be killed by you, I can only say that they deserve it! This is their fate!"

I let out a cold laugh and took two steps back. "Your behavior is pathetic. If you wanted to give my place to someone who truly contributed more than I did, I wouldn't object. But I won't accept you giving my right to bathe in the Sacred Spring to a useless shewolf like her—a useless leech who only knows how to enjoy the results of others' work, without contributing a single thing!" My words pushed Emily over the edge. She pointed straight at me and screamed, "The real useless one is someone who can't recognize the gap in status. You actually think a little contribution can change a lowly identity? Someone like you doesn't deserve to stay in this pack at all."