The Good Life Novels & Stories

Every living being will meet their Creator. Tata firmly believes that. Although not overly religious, she tries her best to fulfill her obligations. This includes believing that death is as close as a heartbeat, and therefore, living as virtuously as possible. Good deeds alone may not necessarily be rewarded with beauty, but what if one continues to do wrong? Although everything done has consequences, logic says, "Do good first. God knows how to repay it."

he exhaled, then joined his forehead with hers, his hands still touching, they didn't want to stop, but he had to stare her in the face. "What are you doing here? When did you get here?" "Sofia, listen to me well. There are good and bad people around us. And even those who seem bad, are not. The other way around, there are good people disguised as evil. Whatever may, no matter who the people are, I want you to understand that it's in me that you will trust to the fullest." She looked right into his eyes. His were now injected with something she couldn't decipher. "Why do you say that?"

"Joel, I told you before, I took my mom’s last name. I was actually planning to come clean after New Year’s and bring you home for the holidays. But… too bad, you missed your chance." Esther staggered, nearly falling off the bed as she whispered weakly, "Dad… how can this be happening?" At that moment, Tim roughly yanked her off the bed, barking, "You kneel too!" "Mr. Jones has funded you for years. You need to show your gratitude to him!" Esther frantically shook her head, screaming, "You’ve got to be kidding! All these years? The mansion I’ve been living in? The luxury cars I’ve been riding in? They can’t be fake! It’s all real, right?"

She's in the garden, deadheading flowers, talking to the dog. "Yeah," I say. "I'm happy." "Even after everything?" "Because of everything." Emilia follows my gaze. "She's good for you." "She's good to me." "That's the same thing." "No." I shake my head. "Good for me is about survival. Good to me is about thriving. I've had a lot of people who were good for me. She's the first who's been good to me." Emilia is quiet for a moment. "You deserve that."

This is so good. ✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

But because you have found the good thing and you know it for what it is and you have learned finally, at thirty-four, after all of it to let yourself have it. THE END

“Unless we get married.” Maggie shook her head. “You make everything sound so easy, but it’s never that easy, is it?” Melody yawned as she crawled toward him, and he picked her up onto his lap. “Life’s not always just good or just bad; it’s a little of both. The good parts can be great, and the bad parts can be awful, but if you cling to the good parts, then the bad parts don’t seem so bad.” “It was bad enough when you said you couldn’t even look at me,” Maggie said.

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He smirks and squints his eye at me, making me roll my eyes and turn to face him. "Sophie, your turn. You can both take turns doing one each." I stand and begin to read out loud. "It is impossible to live a pleasant life without living wisely and well and justly, and it is impossible to live wisely and well and justly without living a pleasant life. . . - Epicurus" I clear my throat and look at Logan giving him a cheeky smile. I nod, waiting on his next guess. Mrs. McGee clears her throat and stands in front of the whiteboard with arms crossed. "Very well, Logan? Go ahead."