Novel & Cerita Title For Life Story

But I had no clue where exactly they were buried. "Dig through the ground," I forced out, my voice shaking with tears. "We have to find my parents, no matter what." My eyes burned with rage. I could never forgive Joanna. She thought I couldn't touch her with Henry backing her. But she had no idea that his success wasn't based on the perfect image he'd created. I pushed myself harder in training until my legs finally started to feel stronger. After that, I quietly returned to the office to retrieve a certain document.

They said I insisted on dragging things to court until New Year's Eve and left Mom alone for the holidays. So, this time, I gave up on wanting my daughter anymore. I wanted to go home. - The next day, I started packing my things in the apartment I had been renting. All these years, I had built my life around Vivian and Nancy to the point that everything I owned fit into a single luggage. Just as I got into the car, I received a call from the hospital. "Excuse me, are you Nancy's father? She accidentally ate peanuts and went into anaphylactic shock. Please come to the hospital as soon as possible."

while eyeing the bowls. Of course, it did not work on the first try. However, it doesn’t mean that the young man would give up. He did this every day with every meal that is served. He was always there with her every breakfast and dinner. If they were lucky, they get to have some snacks too. He continued to narrate his life story, but most of the time it’s just pure nonsense that it almost made the girl laugh. Keyword: almost.

My name is Noelle Langston. I was named after my brother, Noah. Noah was seven years older than me. Before I was born, he fell gravely ill. My grandmother, Elizabeth Cole, said that they had taken him everywhere for treatment—first to the village doctor, then to a major hospital in the city. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and they were told that there was no cure. My parents, Irene Hudson and John Langston, didn't quite understand what leukemia meant, and could only say, "We'll find the money for his treatment."

Beyond that door, I would no longer be Alessia, the Rossi famiglia's discarded fiancee. I was Alessia Marino, the sole heir of the richest famiglia in the world, the Marino famiglia.

Now I couldn't stand to stay in it for another minute. Before leaving, I saw Adrian's work laptop on the desk. For the first time in my life, I gave in to a dark impulse. I typed Chloe's birthday. The screen unlocked. The photo albums were full of her. Chloe sleeping. Chloe pouting. Chloe crying as she was wheeled into the delivery room. One photo after another. A private archive of her entire life. The cruelest part was that I appeared in some of those pictures too, always in the background. A blurred, ridiculous ghost smiling as I helped my "best friend" hold up her dress, completely unaware that I was only a prop in their love story.

"Sheila? I thought she was a midwife?" "Hmm, that's just one of her job titles. Before she went back to school to become a midwife, she'd worked for years as s therapist. Apparently, she'd seen and heard too many horror stories involving kids, and she started to burn out. That's when she decided that she'd rather see the other side of childhood, the birth."

Let the people investigate on their own. “Funny story, Sebastian, the headline stated that I was an orphan. I want to let everyone know that I have a loving mother and a whole lot of people supporting and loving me behind the scenes.” I glanced at Ellie and smiled at her. She smiled back and waved her hand at me. “Regarding my father, honestly I don't care where on the earth the man is. He's absent my whole life and I don't think I have to acknowledge him anymore. So I really don't get the point why this anonymous person, who published the article, keeps bringing him up. This same person tormented me ever since I tied a knot, and right now it feels like I'm living rent-free inside her head.”

He didn't have time for my calls. "I'll do it myself," I whispered, forcing out the words. Using every ounce of strength left in me, I gripped the pen and scrawled my name. The pain was overwhelming, threatening to pull me under. As my consciousness blurred, I overheard the nurses murmuring in the background. "Marriage really is a gamble. That pregnant woman we brought in earlier had a husband who treated her like she was the most precious thing in the world." "In contrast, this one is on the verge of death, yet no one is here for her."

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