The Focused Life Book Novels & Stories

“Hate me all you want. I like it when people hate me,keeps them alive. It keeps them sharp.” She shook her head, furious. “You don’t know me. You don’t get to claim anything about me. I’m not scared. I’m not weak. And I sure as hell don’t need you in my life like this.” He tilted his head slightly, darkness flickering in his eyes. “You think you’re strong. You are. But strength alone won’t keep you alive. Awareness will. That’s why you’re here. That’s why I’m telling you. And you’ll see. Soon enough, you’ll understand why nothing else mattered.”

He looked back at Ernest. He said: "We are the fifth book." Ernest looked at him. He received this. He received the weight of it. The four books were the written argument. The four books were the description. The four books were the means of seeing. But the thing itself—the convergence, the accumulation, the being-inside, the ordinary day at thirty-three years deep—that thing could not be written. That thing could only be lived. And they were living it. They had been living it for thirty-three years. The living was the fifth book.

The conversation flow is natural, though Cersei partakes in little of it. Lip now and then shoves her arm with his book in an attempt to get her to say something. She says naught, rolling her eyes at him, then going back to eating her food, and drinking her orange juice. Luckily, Quill is busy talking to Elex, Eryx, and Xolo, and I try to listen in, though most of it is just about the problem with the trade in.

Looking around, I saw that there's a lot of bookshelves around here, plus a bean bag area for the people who prefer to read their books here. How amazing is this place! So warm and cozy. My mom would be happy to be here. I proceeded to the Fiction Section, it is my favorite genre ever since. While looking for a good book to read, there's this book that caught my attention, it absolutely doesn't belong in this category. It was at the back of all the books in here. Maybe others were just too lazy to put it back on its designated shelf. The book was entitled: How To Save A Life. It was about a girl who had her heart broken by a jerk, started rebuilding herself, but decided to end her life after

And I wish I can do something to make their lives better. There is absolutely nothing interesting in my life as of the moment. Seriously, I am not pathetic to go after Samuel. I don't think that I need a fucking love life. My life has been great without him. I just have to focus my energy in something more productive with my life. I decided to work on a new book and I think it's going to be great. And I think I am out for fucking blood. I want to write a story about a stalker who kills people he thinks is going to ruin his perfect love story. This would book will not be a walk in the park so I need help from my editor.

This was supposed to be the first thing to do before I spent off my day , and surprisingly my money was unbelievably enough to make a good order tomorrow. I slapped mysel, I jumped screaming which woke up my wife and I pretended to be making a prayer so that she won't ask a lot of questions. I was so happy and excited, I quickly forgot about my preassumed loss. I then started to focus on my business. I got to the small table in my room to have a look into my pastor's book I had been given as a parting gift when he left us for South African branch, though he was selling them he offered it to me free of charge. Although it was given for free I struggled with laziness to open it. The title of t

He reminded him of his approach to focusing on one chapter at a time in his studies and applied it to his current situation: "Henry, remember how you focus on one chapter at a time in your studies? You don't try to cram the whole book into your mind at once. You take it one chapter at a time, mastering each one before moving on to the next. Why not apply the same approach to your life? Focus on one 'chapter' at a time - right now, that chapter is becoming a pilot. Pour your heart and soul into it, and trust that the other 'chapters' of your life will fall into place. Don't try to control everything at once. Just focus on this one chapter, and have faith that the rest will follow." Vicky's wi

It would make it that much easier for her to control me. Now, I understood that I couldn't rely on anyone else if I wanted to change my fate. I could only depend on myself. I wanted to tell Lila that the Lawson family was nothing but a cage. Still, I could only hope that she wouldn't regret the path she'd chosen. Meanwhile, I needed to return to the original path I'd chosen for myself. I wanted to change my future through education. I would sit for the SATs and change my life! As Lila had done in her past life, I saved a regular middle-aged man named George Stone from the rubble. He was gravely injured and immediately taken to the hospital. A few days later, I bought some fruit and visited h

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

Let me just start by saying my name is Sapphire, I live with my father, mother, and two brothers. My father is a well-known CEO, he owns Walmart; my mother is a well-known fashion designer, she created Chanel. My parents expect us to follow in their footsteps, they want us to be well known so their image doesn’t go to waste. My older brother wants to be exactly like my mother, while my younger brother wants to be like my father. Now, I want to be like myself, I don’t want to be like my father or mother, I want to do my own thing. I want to be an author, I want to create books and fill my reader’s minds with crazy adventures and characters that my readers can connect to. My father doesn’t l