Such Is Life Novel Novels & Stories

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

My silence only angered Vivian as she sneered at me, "Jason put on a suicide act, so now you're copying him too? You're a grown man. Why are you still acting the same as before?" I still said nothing. Or maybe it was better to say I simply did not know what to say. I didn't know whether Jason had truly wanted to die, but when I couldn't reach my asthma medication, I had truly wanted to die. I suddenly felt there was nothing worth living for anymore. I had failed at everything; whether as a husband, a father, or a son. But now, I finally saw things clearly after Death's ice-cold hands brushed through my skin. I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself.

“That’s because I’ve been reborn, too. You and Cassie killed me in the previous life, and this time, you’re both paying for it.” “What? So it was all you? I’m going to kill you!” Cole screamed hysterically through the prison bars, but it was useless. Not long after I left, he broke down and smashed his head against the wall, ending his own life. With his death, my nightmare from the previous life finally came to an end. From that point on, every day was a new beginning. [The End]

After a moment, he asked, “If I fed him to the sharks, would you cry?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked him, “Alessio Carbone, do you believe in another life?” He didn’t hesitate. “I do.” I looked at him. “Then why do you think people need another life?” He didn’t speak. I continued. “Because in this life, someone always makes a mistake.” “And some mistakes can never be undone.” I paused. “That’s why there has to be another life.”

Brooklyn asked. Turning away from Kendall, he said, “It’s a short piece about a man looking back on his life as he is dying.” “Wow, that sounds interesting,” Addy said. “I think it sounds a bit depressing,” Shea said, frowning. Brooklyn nudged her and said, “I think that sounds fascinating. I can’t wait to see it.” “I’ll have to let you know when the festival is and get you some tickets if you’d like to see it,” he offered.

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.

The fireplace in front of her bed is roaring, despite it looking like warm weather outside. Isadora looks cold though, and she pulls the blankets more up her chin, trying to cover her huge, bloated stomach. "Hello Lady Cecilia." she says through chattering teeth, using my title. "Hello Isadora. Welcome back to my humble home." I try to joke, though she looks sickly. "You looked like you fared better." she says, a look of concern flashing over her. "Oh, this?" I say, holding up my bandaged arm, and carefully shrugging, "I'm okay."

I died in a cellar due to asphyxiation. By the time I woke up again, I found that my soul had reappeared next to my three older brothers. The three of them had just returned to our huge villa. The eldest, Ian Haldeman, and the second eldest, Will Haldeman, were holding our stepsister, Lorelei Surridge's hands. In a kind voice, one of my brothers began, "Thank goodness we got you to the hospital just in time. Otherwise, it might take you a longer time to recover."

Sofia *** I look around at my life, and I still can't believe that it's mine. When I stepped into this country for the first time all those many years ago, I could never have imagined that one day I would find love and family. That the dark cloud hanging over me would one day recede to let the light in again. Back then, my heart had no room for anything but the vengeance that beat within it. I wanted only to bear a son, a son who would one day avenge me of the wrongs done to me.