Soul Surfer Real Story Novels & Stories

" Leaving us alone in the house. As she walks away to the store, Varien looks at me. "So tell me more about you Miss Reyna?" Jennifer asks, looking at me. "Well it's kinda personal, but I don't mind sharing with you," I answer as she nodded. "I was born with my family. They loved me and all, but they tragedy pass away from an accident." "But how are you here?" She asks, looking at Varien. I gotta lie before anyone discovers my secret. "I run away from the adoption center. I can't handle what was happening. And my son will get hurt too so we ran away together for a happy ending." I explain everything.

I made up a lie and I hope she buys it and at last she bought it. We paid the bill and I ran from the shop like my tail is on fire but in reality, I don't want to spoil my mood by showing how much they affect me to my best friend and especially him. I am going to wipe out Ezra Miller from my head, heart, and life forever. He is nothing to me.

<><><><><><><> Hello readers, Welcome to my first book 'Soul' It's an LGBT genre's lesbian love story. Many don't like this genre, so you can happily avoid this book. And the rest are welcome to this world. I hope you all will be witnesses to a pure love story. The story belongs to my dreamland. If anything from this book matched anyone's life that's totally coincident. The medical information and others are there will be from my research and only for making the story more attractive. Once again thanks to everyone for choosing my book to read.

But to me, he was just a soulless devil. Do you remember the time when you were 11 and I was 9, we got so dirty when we played out in the rain in the garden? Dad called us inside and he told us to go clean ourselves up and he will take care of me? I grabbed your arm and told you please stay and you said it's fine, and you'll be back. Guess what? He took care of me real good. It was real slow like time stopped and I felt like my soul left my body and I was watching myself from the outside. Crying, soaking wet, and cold. He was oh so gentle, it was torture. I kept hoping, wishing, praying, and begging you will open the door of the bathroom and check in with me but you never came and my soul th

He laughed. Life was really unfair. Susan was the first woman that had ever come clean at him. He could recall that day, he was sitted in the club, drinking his rum when she had come to the next chair. "Why are you here alone?" "I'm trying to think about what I'd do tommorow?" He answered. Truth be told, he had been fantasizing about the hottest girl in the army. When she carried a gun, she looked more sexier than a stripper on a pole.

She kissed the head of the baby hiding inside her chest and looked up at the sky smiling. On the wet sand beside the seashore, the strong, tall man was laying with a cigarette in his hand. His bike parked a few feet away from him. The environment there was serene and noiseless as no one was allowed then on the beach that he owned. It was not a big deal for a billionaire like him. He had a lot more than that. Wealth, power, the respect he had all of them but lacked the most important thing that couldn't be bought with money. He lacked inner peace.

Things had been strained with Abuela getting sick, me deciding to become a surrogate, and everythin that came along with that. Never thought I would get to the point where I was finally able to graduate from school! But I had. It felt right. Still, as I stepped outside and felt the sunlight hit my face, I pulled out my phone and called the only person who’d care in the way I needed. She picked up on the second ring. “Well, if it isn’t the world’s most low-key graduate,” Kathryn said. “I was starting to think you’d become a myth.” “It’s official,” I said. “Graduated. Zero glitter. Zero clapping. I didn’t even wear heels.”

I look up at the ceiling as the water bubbles behind me. “Father, keep my people safe.” I say when I turn to look at the tank of water filled with exotic fish when I’m hit from behind. I gasp and look down to see a harpoon sticking out of my side. Blood gushing, I turn to look behind me to see a diver, the last one alive it would seem when I move, ripping it out of my side. I scream before I throw it and it hits him in the chest. I stagger back and trip backwards as I enter the water. I sink, knowing I can’t shift. I try to swim up but I can’t. Fuck!

She’s a fame-hungry, soul-sucking bitch who cares about no one, except for herself. I paint a nice picture, right? Well, call me a cynic, but growing up with the parents I have, you’d be one, too. I don’t want any part of the life they’re forcing me to have. All I want is to become a pro surfer. It’s all I’ve ever wanted. I just want to be in the ocean, chasing that never-ending wave. When I was fourteen, I tried telling Ava that I didn’t want to take over the family business, that I wanted to become a professional surfer. She laughed in my face and then reminded me exactly what would happen if I did.

“God, you look even better in person.” I gave a tight smile and reached for my water. “I was actually really nervous,” he added. “But when I saw you, I was like, damn. I scored.” That helped a little. His apology had sounded genuine, and the compliment wasn’t the worst way to start. But then he started talking. About surfing. Like, a lot. “I’ve been surfing since I was thirteen,” he said proudly, taking a sip of his soda. “I don’t think there’s anyone out there as quick or as balanced as I am on a board. I’ve done all the big waves in Cali. Even been to Costa Rica twice.”