The Focused Life Book Novels & Stories

’ ‘What’s important is to remain calm through the whole process and ensure that you remain a trusted bank employee,’ he continued. ‘But I’m still remaining with a few chapters to conclude my book,’ she said protesting. ‘I know how critical the book is, that’s the more reason you should memorize the middle two chapters by heart. Your life will depend on those. Remember, it's poetic, and people will just remain speculating on what the words were meant to be.’ ‘By now you should have related everything to the title of the book. It’s there where everything is hidden - it’s the alpha and the omega of this project.’

Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me.

But instead of getting mad at Lex, Liam just smile at him. "I may have the simplest life to live, that is okay with me. I maybe a poor or a farmer in the land, at least I am happy." Liam exclaimed while still staring at Lex with his satisfaction looking face. "As long as you are happy in what you are doing that would be enough. Mother Tree created us to help the people not to control them." Liam continues with his very deep answer to what Lex had said about him. "Tsk! Tsk!" Lex shake his head off while he walks away with him and stand up at the center of all the Alpha's.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

I tried to calm myself down and assess the situation objectively. I scrutinized every inch of my office, trying to figure out how someone could have infiltrated it. My eyes catch on the bookshelf, and I noticed that some of the books were not in their usual places. I approached the shelf and ran my fingers along the spines, trying to identify the ones that were out of place.

He began deliberately drinking himself into a stupor, hoping to numb himself and escape reality, only to find that intoxication dragged him deeper into longing instead. His hand trembled as he picked up his phone, his eyes filled with conflict. Zephyr roared inside him, "Be brave. Call Serena. Let her know you're thinking about her." With shaking fingers, Caspian dialed the number he knew by heart.

There is no such thing as a circle of people or a lot of difference from grandma. After seven days, a parcel called Anushka arrived. Everyone is very surprised. She is very excited. This is the first time something has come through the post office in his name. Unwrapping, the book came out. Anushka read the name, 'Letters from a father to a brother.

Cassian said as he held down Dunley, who was about to get up. "Don't worry about me. Take Anthony and go!" Dunley said grimly. "Go? Do you think you can still go anywhere?" Sneering, Leland got back on his feet. What the hell? Cassian's eyes widened. "You must be wondering why I'm not dead yet, even though you killed my life-bound parasite," Leland remarked smugly. "Well, it's because my life-bound parasite isn't dead." "That's impossible!" Before Cassian made his attack, he'd used the All-Seeing Eye and saw that Leland's life-bound parasite was a tiny bee hiding inside a blood vessel under his ribs. The needle should've killed it for sure.

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W