Soul Surfer True Story Novels & Stories

“I told him that the signs suggested she might be, but I didn't tell him the truth.” The guards around him shifted angrily. Ruin’s voice remained controlled. “You betrayed me for a possibility, leaking my secret to my enemy.” “I did not betray you,” the medic replied. “You contacted the man who is trying to kill us.” Do you know what you have done? “I contacted the man who saved my life many years ago.” Ruin’s expression hardened. “Explain.” The medic swallowed. “Before I worked for you, I lived in Moscow. I worked in a small clinic near the docks. One night several men attacked the building because they believed we treated their enemies.”

"You can contact me if you need help. I majored in design in college. Maybe I can give you some advice." Looking at his well-defined profile, I felt a myriad of emotions in my heart. My life had revolved around Matthew in my past life. I regarded him as my whole world, so I did not know that there were people in places I could not see who remembered my ambition. "Okay." I nodded vigorously. This time, I would not let myself down again. Blaze sent me home. After I got out of the car, he rolled down the window. "I'll have my assistant contact you about the studio tomorrow."

Despite his being bitter about the marriage, Nandini looked cute and bubbly to his eyes when he saw her on their first date. Even though he never believed in love or a lifetime commitment he realized being committed with this cute girl wasn't a big deal. Krishna Uppalapati was looking forward to his marriage. His parents were doctors too. And he became a doctor too. They had a chain of hospitals, while he went to New Zealand to study but got settled there. His parents were asking him to resign and come back to take care of the hospitals, he never listened to them. Also, his traitor's parents said to the bride's parents that he was going to resign a year after his contract ended there. Till t

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.

He would remind her of herself lying in the rubble, covered in blood, and any lingering doubt would be suppressed once again. "Look into him. Leave no stone unturned. I want to know every single thing about Christopher—from the moment he was born until now. I want everything about him—his records, his whereabouts, and his connections!" The special task force moved at an alarming speed. In less than three days, every detail about Christopher was presented to Gabriella. Christopher wasn't who he claimed to be—the orphaned child of a fallen anti-narcotics officer. His identity was completely fabricated. The boy whose identity he had assumed had died in an accident more than 20 years ago.

"I knew you'd be fine!" I fixed a cold, steely gaze on him. "Are you disappointed that I'm not dead yet?" Miles let out a mocking chuckle, and the fake smile on his face twisted into something darker. "What exactly are you up to, Cassidy? Back then, we just thought that you—" "Yeah! You just thought that I was dead! Dare you tell everyone how I went through the surgery and nearly died?" I raised the microphone to my mouth and began recounting my encounters, from how I had my research findings stolen and the reason for my amnesia to how I had been forced to become a test subject for the artificial kidneys after they found me.

Listening to the crowd's doubts, Xena smiled despite being anxious earlier. "Luna, I know you’ve always fantasized about owning an island, but that’s not real!" I looked at Xena’s serious face and lowered my gaze. The doubts raised by the crowd made sense. How could a sponsored student obtain my documents and have the audacity to sell my island? Of course, my brother and fiancé were involved in this deception. Unfortunately, I did not have evidence on hand to directly refute Xena. But I could not let her continue her lies in front of a live TV broadcast!

"He is a 25-year-old man. High school graduates have been working part-time in various fields. Since high school, he has participated in several sports, especially those related to martial arts. Unfortunately, he did not pursue it well. He has been living alone, separated from his parents, since graduating high school. Recently, he joined Edward's Gym and received special attention from Edward, the gym owner. He is being prepared to become an athlete by Edward." Why did the last two sentences feel so familiar? I swallowed my saliva, which somehow felt bitter. Shawn swiped the screen of his cell phone and handed it to me. A photo of a man with a cold expression and eyes that showed indifferen

I follow behind not so eager to reach there. Surprisingly they had soup today. Is it some kind of important day. When l was to reach the queue, the soup was said to have finished. I watched as everyone feasted. I hurriedly finished my food and laid done in our cells. I looked through the window with the aid of the moonlight seeing the stars as they shone bright, I made a wish, to wish For a better life, my life back a year ago I change sides only to force my wound on the floor, and it hurt l say. I whimpered loudly as l changed the other side. This very night l kept sleeping on one side bearing the weight of my body.

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.