The Life Intended Novels & Stories

💎Elva's POV💎 "Wow!" I exclaimed. "Yeah...if we are not meant to be,we wouldn't have met,even if we had met..we would have probably not end up together..do you know how much our love was threatened,do you know the hell we went through before we got to this stage,but we overcame the turbulence and here we are happily enjoying our lives...it's simply because we are meant to be" Mig said. "Awwn.. you're so intelligent" I said.

The doc finally said I've three months left and if I tried I can get better. Brad and granny were heartbroken, but I knew how to cheer them up with my special yummy baking. Let it be for a day only. As the days passed a thought dwelled in my mind. Never once I lived for myself. Everything I did. I did for others so I made my 'to do' list. The things I wanted to do before dying and I will do them all in my last month of December. And well I'm writing this letter in October and it will get to you probably after two months of my expiry hehe. I sound creepy right ;)

“No, when you get there you will know the reason.” Otis said firmly, Eric looked at Henry. Henry nodded to agree to follow, in this world, they have no power so Otis will follow them all the time, sometimes even using members of the gang. Eric immediately got into Henry's car and followed Otis. Eric asked Henry in the car. Does Otis look like anyone? “Like the Emperor, I think his wife will also be like your sister in the other world, the Queen.” Eric nodded and continued smiling. "They have a predestined life, I don't know if we have one, Henry."

"And now it's done. Not perfectly — there are still threads, there are always threads. But the thing that brought you back has been addressed. The unfinished thing is finished." "And?" Nyla said. "And I think what happens is that you stop running and start living," Sophia said. "Not in a small sense — not just that you take a breath and then keep doing the same thing more slowly. I think the quality of the life changes. I think you stop being someone who is returning to something and start being someone who is simply here." She paused. "I think the second life, when the purpose that called it into existence is resolved, becomes just — a life. Your life. Continuous with the first one, shaped

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

She sat in the corner of her cell all day without sleep, murmuring to herself over and over that it was all her fault. "Zachary, I'm sorry… If there's a next life, I promise I'll make it up to you." Without thinking, I immediately responded, "That won't be necessary, Mom. I don't want to be your son in the next life." As if she could suddenly see me, Mom turned toward me and exclaimed, "Zachary, you came to visit me! I knew you couldn't bear to leave me." I was startled, but I tried speaking to her again.

"Let us take a moment to reflect on our deepest desires and set clear intentions for this new chapter. By envisioning the future we want to create, we align ourselves with our truest aspirations and pave the way for their realization." Andrea chimed in, her expression one of determination. "Setting intentions helps us stay focused and motivated amidst the inevitable challenges that come with new beginnings. Let us hold onto our vision and use it as a guiding light as we navigate the path ahead." Alex added, his voice steady and resolute. "With clear intentions, we can make conscious choices that align with our values and lead us towards the future we desire. Let us infuse each step we take w

The room was barren, except for various containers of paints that sat by the corner of the room. "So, this is on your second list, what we intended to do? I thought we were going outside." I looked up at her, "we will go outside soon enough. We concluded the first on the list which was the shopping. This is more like an activity of which I'd wanted to do with someone close to me." I watched as her face tilted towards me. She didn't know it yet, she was special - although, we just haven't known each other for too long, I felt like her presence was all I needed.

Then: "Not the personal record." "Something that comes after the personal record," she said. "The personal record was the account of the break and the building. The book would be the account of what comes after the building. What life looks like when the territory is healed and still healing. What the ordinary days are like when the ordinary days are good." She paused. "I think people need that account. Not just the account of how to get here. The account of what it is to be here." "Yes," he said simply. "Write it."

A life — the specific, warm, particular life of two people who had found their way to each other and were building, from it, something that included dinner parties with people they liked for the simple pleasure of the company. He had not known he wanted this. He had it now. He intended to keep it.