The Life She Wanted Novels & Stories

I laid there with my eyes closed as all the memories flooded back. It was like seeing my life flash before my eyes. I did not need air anymore, but I felt the need to take a breath. It was a lot to take in. I had a life with Anthony. I was happy. I had friends. I was loved. What more could I have asked for? But I did ask for more… for a life with him. My want had made a dent in our relationship. I was barely around Anthony these past two years. All because I asked too much of him. Then when he grants my wish, after I promised nothing would change how I feel… I deny him. I turned away… all because he loved me enough to tell the truth.

Life didn't use to be this hard for her, not until that stupid robbery happened. After unpacking for a while, she decided to take a little break. Good thing the next day was a Sunday, more time for herself. She placed her fleshy butt on the extremely soft couch and sipped on the orange juice straight from the box, laughing at a memory of her "friend" telling her the exact words "drinking from the box directly is bad, you don't know how many hands it passed through". She was glad that whoever killed that girl did or she would've done it herself. She held that much hate and envy in her heart for that girl.

All those people’s eyes were like knives judging my existence. It was a life that would be more aptly described as struggling instead of living. I felt so alone and empty every single day, as though I was standing in the middle of a vast open sea by myself. It was painful. It was lonely. Nevertheless, desperately… I wanted to live. The more people cornered me, the greater my longing for life became. Somehow, I wanted to survive until the bitter end. It doesn't matter even though I don't have family, friends, or a lover in my life, because there's still me. Although I'm alone, I want to live well. That's why I stubbornly want to continue living. As Bella said, it was all my stubbornness.

Humming as she flips the pages of the magazine she stars and from the tons that prove the life she ever dreams and wishing for is all on her palm. “Your soul, in exchange for the life that you ever wanted. Be my shadow, be my puppet, be my eyes and ears. Shall we have a deal?” A deal she never regretted, the perfect life she ever wanted. The lights, the fame, the beauty, and everything that is in it. Just how can she refuse, if in the very beginning she seeks for it to have for herself. “The fool,” she whispers. Laying the first card in front of her as she stares deeply into it with the thoughts and names of the persons who might own it.

There's no way I can tell her or anyone what I have planned and why. Before her, there was no question as to where my life was headed. Nothing stood in the way of what I had to do; I've always known what that was and never regretted or resented my life. I saw each day as a blessing, every good thing was something the bastard seed of a monster should be grateful for, and I never asked for nor looked for more. But she makes me want more.

"Just think about it dear, in the meantime let's keep watching that beautiful wedding, what a feast! Sara takes up the sadness that it gave her to see the love of her life marry another woman, with a spectacular one, who bore no resemblance to what she was at that time, despite being a nurse she had not returned to practice her profession, she was just a waitress in a cafeteria in a distant town that did not even appear on the map of the country.

When she asked if I was mad at her for not knowing how to write it was getting harder to keep from storming out and going into the jail and ripping that bastard apart limb from limb. I think Marcello knew I was struggling so he reassured her that no one would ever get angry with her and that seemed to ease her just a little though. Mattia asked her if she was hungry and I was sure she was because I know hospital food isn't great. The doctor also said she was underweight and would need to get more food intake and he was right because she's just skin and bones. "Milk and bread" is what my bambina wanted to eat and she looked so hopeful to receive such a meal. I was disgusted at how much she's

I was backed into a corner and agreed to help her swap the babies! "I had no idea she'd be so vile. She'd switched the kids before I even got to the hospital, all because she envied how Jasmine's boy was prettier and healthier! She told me to ditch the kid, to let Jasmine's baby die! "Now she's playing innocent, using the White family's clout to pin it all on me! She's fooled you all!" Some in the crowd bought his story, murmuring, "Really? The Whites are supposed to be pillars of the community! How could Mr. White's only girl stoop so low?"

"Married for three years. Divorced for two. "She was outside the industry and couldn't take the nature of my work. "There were always cameras, always rumors. She trusted me less and less. "In the end, she said the person she loved wasn't Lucas Rhodes. It was the ordinary man before he got famous. "That ordinary man was dead, so she didn't want to wait anymore." I didn't speak. "So when I say only after leaving the wrong person can you meet the right world..." He turned to look at me and smiled. "I was saying it to myself. I'm lending it to you."

“I could tell from the beginning.” She thought: I want to know him for a very long time. Not the romantic version of that thought, the one with the sweep and the music, but the plain version, the honest version — the one that meant: I want to be in a kitchen with this person for the next forty years carrying plates and telling the truth. I want the long ordinary specific thing. I want the stair that creaks and the furnace that groans and the leak that needs fixing in September. She wanted, for the first time in her life, the exact life that was available to her.