Story Of My Lifetime Novels & Stories

“Alright. Tell me everything.” We sat down again, and she began to recount the story. “After you were born, I was approached by a man who claimed to know about our family’s heritage. He told me that our lineage was tied to a secret organization that dealt with powerful artifacts. He said our lives were in danger because of it.” I listened, my mind struggling to process the information but I knew he was talking about Thomas. “So, you gave me up to protect me?”

Well, I could ditch the rules, I guess. “I spent the first fifteen years of my life in a small house at the edge of town, isolated from human society and seeing only the woman who raised me and an occasional passerby. When I tell people what my childhood was like, they always seem to pity me. However, I’ve learned that my childhood is my childhood. It’s my story, and just because I haven’t lived as broadly as others doesn’t mean I haven’t lived as deeply either. So, there’s nothing wrong with your story, Millicent.” I smiled at her and enveloped her in another hug. She returned it, hugging me. We sprung apart and heard a knock at the door. Millicent went to get it while I took a seat at the

When I was 17, my life changed forever. I know there are people who wonder about me when I say this. They look at me strangely trying to fathom what could have happened back then, though I seldom bother to explain. Because I have lived here most of my life, I don't feel that I have to unless it's on my terms, that would take more time than most people are willing to give me. When I say this it feels kind of weird, but some part of me knew that there's always been a space for her in my heart. My story, yes the story which I can't summon up in two or three sentences, it can't be packaged into something shiny or neat and simple that people would immediately understand. Indeed in the road of yea

She smiled happily to herself for a moment and kissed the golden ring on her middle finger. *** It was 9:00 pm. The freezy night breeze blew as if it was also excited about Zayd's proposal. I was busy writing down a new story out side the house, while grandma was reciting some du'a in her room. I was writing my true life story; with me was my old diaries and a huge Oxford learner's dictionary. I placed them on a large marble table outside. Just doing what I do best- writing, playing with words and creating my own ideas. I started with the unfortunate accident that led to my parent's death. Grandpa's heart attack and how Uncle Ibrahim abandoned us all for that his grumpy looking wife and her

“I was an organ and I know it since my childhood. But my adopted parents took care of me like I’m their own child. We are very poor. It's hard to get food for even one day. I was having hard days all the years of my life. I never enjoyed a single day. I worked hard to be a professor. Finally found my true love. We both loved each other. I started earning more and everything is finally getting good. I reached home in a satisfied mind to only see that my wife was having an affair. I never cheated on anyone. She never loved me. Soon she left me with all of my belongings and money. That’s not the end. My adopted parents died in a car crash. Everything fell apart eventually. I left with nothing a

' "And... What does it mean! (Patrick wondering what the hell his senior wants to tell him but not telling either) 'Patrick, you already know about our world's history, how it became one (united), how everything began... You were asking me all the time, if I'm this old so maybe I know more than you? Well, it's obvious I almost lived more than a hundred years and in this life I've faced many extraordinary things and yet nothing can surprise me but, today I'm surprised...' "Surprised, how?" He asked Clark curiously. 'Actually, it is about the man behind the greatest empire.'

“Our light stretches into eternity.” The great hall that evening was filled beyond capacity. Tables stretched the length of the ancient room. Music swelled. Thousands of descendants and guests gathered as I stood before them, supported gently by my mates, and told our story one final time. I spoke of arriving terrified and chained. Of the first raw bonding night that cracked my soul. Of the close calls with blade and poison. Of the moment I chose love over the deadly mission I had been bred for. I spoke of the final battle, the breaking of curses, and the beautiful, messy, passionate life we had built across nine decades.

Hating the fact that he was talking to me like we were business partners, so formally. “One more thing, just because you have me here doesn't mean it's where I want to be all my life—-” I summoned up courage and continued. He raised a brow and then asked. “Where would you rather want to be?” “College!” I shot at him, without a second thought. “Done!” He responded, and in seconds he turned to leave. Not a single light illuminated his way as he walked out so easily into the darkness. “It wasn't so hard, was it Tory?” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes. As expected, the pills I was given a couple of minutes ago kicked in and in seconds I drifted into deep sleep.

You didn’t need to get me a diamond. “I did.” “Does it have a story?” “I bought it yesterday. That means this is just the first chapter.” He kissed me. “We have a lifetime to write the rest of the story.” Rolling toward him, I lifted my lips to his. “As long as it ends with ‘They lived happily ever after.’” And they did.

It cracked right through everything I'd built. I stared at the ring. Under the lights, the pink diamond glowed—soft, unreal. In my last life, I gave Philip everything. We got married—I didn't even get a basic diamond ring. One time I stopped at a display case. He'd gone, "Diamonds are a scam. Total hype. Pointless." I actually believed I didn't deserve one. Yeah. That was dumb. Luke's words hit different. I deserve good things. All of them. "Okay. I'll be your girlfriend."