The Good Life Novels & Stories

Never underestimate anyone's ability to be either evil or good…. And with just being said… This is where I draw my curtains…. Life has been great after all… With God in it….

"We must leave a child for Freda." I ate my meal silently, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. "Timothy is such a good man." Phillip suddenly looked at me. "Not every husband can be so... tolerant." He deliberately emphasized the word 'tolerant', his eyes full of mockery. Carrie glanced at me coldly. "Timothy has no talent, but he's obedient." Fiona immediately defended me, saying, "Mom, don't say that. Timothy is hardworking." Henry scoffed. "Hardworking? What can a normal employee provide for you, Fiona? Phillip drives a Ferrari and lives in a villa, while Timothy can't even afford a decent watch."

I was beginning to think this marriage wasn’t bad after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

Present to each other with the deep ease of people who knew everything relevant about each other and had decided that what they knew was sufficient basis for being glad of each other's company every ordinary day. The fifth year was good. Completely, genuinely, sustainably good. Not the extraordinary goodness of crisis resolved and record completed and accord anchored. The ordinary goodness of a life built well and being lived well and producing, through the daily quality of its living, the conditions that the founding philosophy had always described as the purpose of everything else.

It's still bad, but at least he has some human decency towards our sister. Ashton Nord is the last one. And he's my favorite out of my brother's whole posse, if I'm being honest. He's pretty sweet, has morals and is kinda handsome, not gonna lie. Although, he basically is a walking god like the rest of them, but he doesn't take advantage of that by using it to lure girls in. No, like I said, Ashton is the only one with morals. But he's also really quiet and quite scary. I would make the argument to say that he can be the scariest out of all of them.

A real man. "Living isn't bad at all because there are good and bad times in life that make it balance. If you only think about all of the worse things happening in your life, it means you are focused on that thing. And when you do that, you didn't notice all the good things happening in your life, even if it's huge or tiny. So, you start wondering that you only have a bad scenario in life. "Instead of thinking that, learn to value even the smallest thing that occurs in your life, and you will be happy," I explained.

Someone snapped a picture of me, filthy and rummaging through a dumpster for plastic bottles, and posted it online. It quickly went viral, sparking a storm of comments. “The prettiest dumpster diver.” “Hey, quiet little one, the netizens seem to be really interested in you.” I took small bites of a bagel, listening quietly as Marcus Dale read the comments aloud. He pushed his hair back and continued reading from his phone. “Isn’t she Lindsey Thomson, the eldest daughter of the Thomson family?”

What is in resemblance of peace? Where do ethics begin? Will I nurture good objectives by being selfish? If I fail, will I also be inevitable? What is the opposite of life? Death! Then how can death be for the good if life is its opposite? How can nobility shrink to be limited to a single grave? Where do I begin? Why should I end? The end of life is good. I need help understanding the concept of heaven even today. The bible didn't fail me as much as the bible was unable to stand the findings of my research.

"I'm not blaming you. But that ring belonged to my late wife. If you like the style, I'll have one custom-made for you." Bliss looked up at him, tears glimmering in her eyes. It really seemed she hadn't chosen the wrong man. A man who could hold on to such devotion for his dead wife would certainly be a good husband and a good father. In the small hours before dawn, the shrill ring of his phone yanked Leone out of sleep.

I'm not concerned about hardship as long as the allowance is high. He replied quickly. [Evan, are you crazy?] [I'm not crazy. I'm just trying to make some money.]