Novel & Cerita Title For Life Story

I want to see if it leads to marital bliss or murder. “I’m fine with either,” Aarif smirked. I’m also planning on making Jafar the last person to realize the world is fictional, so that’s something to look forward to. I might also write about repairing the friendship between Badr and Tahira. “And you don’t plan on publishing them as sequels or spinoffs?” Sikandar took a sip. Nah, Imma write for ma self from now on. I might share my story with Suleiman and Javed, they seemed interested in reading my material.

I did not want to upset the queen. "I am 6 years old, your majesty..." She cut me off before I could continue. "Vera, my name is Vera. You can call me that. I have a feeling I will be getting very close to you, so let's just keep it on a first time basis." She made a half smile. She looked as if she knew something, but whatever it was she was not telling. "Yes .... Vera. I am Asoka. I lived in merchandising town."

They dug into my past, tearing apart my life piece by piece, but I didn't care. The moment I accepted that money, I'd built a heart of steel. I hired a lawyer and sued the trolls who had slandered me. Through the legal statement, I also revealed the truth behind the story. Back then, it was Felix's mother who approached me first. She offered me a large sum to stay by his side, to be his companion. And for a while, we were happy. But over time, he changed—his heart wandered, chasing after countless other women. He let his friends mock and isolate me, never once stepping in to defend me.

The only emotions I've ever felt in my life are hate,revenge,and lust. Have I ever loved someone? Yeah,I have. Once. Parents suck. Well mine did. "Theresa, people from my book club want to meet you. Make yourself presentable." "Theresa,I need you to dress up. My business partner is almost here and he's bringing his son. Make yourself presentable." I'm always presentable! They just never seem to be satisfied. Theresa do this, Theresa do that. I have my own life to live. I wasn't born to please them.

Ji A said, “Don’t mock at me. I have to move on from past. I have a life.” Ji A’s mom said, “I am really happy for you. I hope you will get a happy life.” Ji A said, “Don’t be a dramatic mom. I am get going.” Ji A left home. She went to her office. At office roof top, One of her colleagues said her to come to the roof top. Ji A asked, “Why do you called to come here?” He said, “I have an important issue to discuss with you. I heard it from someone that you are going on a blind date.”

If she wanted to talk to me about it, she would have already done so. And that's why I love her so much, and I owe her my whole life. She graduated with a degree in business administration and when I was born she dedicated herself to taking care of me and working. She got an important position in a well-known company but she didn't want to leave me in a hospital, so she presented our situation to her superiors and they gave her permission to work from home.

,sans-serif; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;} Calily I never knew my surname. Orphaned at the age of 3, I never got to know my real parents. If there was anything I learnt the hard way, it would be that, ‘life is what you made of it’. I lived as a vulnerable kid while growing up. Moving from foster homes to foster homes, I was never settled. But, I have my story. They say, dead men tell no tales. But I, alive must speak cause this is a privilege since I’m still alive.

BISI'S POV It took only a split second for my whole life to flash before me, my past came to mock me in the cruelest way ever, while my future was miles away unaware of the judgment my kinsmen had passed on me. Love is love, that is my truth. A truth I was determined to live against all odds, but they castigate me, they hunt me down. I am their prey, they are my predators. ****************************************** Ten years ago ******************************************

I just stared at my handwriting… There was no title yet… Then I remembered that mysterious man and how he stared at me. So… “The title’s going to be… The One Who Owns the Deadly Glance.” I have never done anything remarkable in my life but that piece she called trash meant everything to me. I pressed the manuscript against my chest and remembered the sleepless nights, the restlessness, the inspiration, and the reason why I prompted myself to finish it… I believe many people will appreciate it just the way I appreciated my grandfather's stories. It’s dedicated to him… G-pa, this manuscript will take me to the most exciting new chapter of my life.

The words sounded foreign to my own ears and I hated the fact that I was sounding like my grandfather. Clay looked sad. “What about your book, how's it going?” he asked, trying to change the topic. I gave him a small smile. “Well you’ll be happy to know that I already have a title in mind but I don’t have a storyline yet.” “So what’s the title?” I took a sip of my drink and grinned. “Love for sale.”