To Live Novel Novels & Stories

"Everstream lies deep in the mountains, surrounded by nature on all sides. Hundreds of years ago, it was nothing but wilderness. Then, during the Dynalypse Era, with the constant fighting between the warlords, the country was in chaos. People had no food, and everywhere you go, you'd find people displaced from their homes. "At some point, a group of displaced people from who knows where ended up settling down at the location where Everstream currently is. They cleared the place, created farmland, and set up a new home for themselves there. Over time, it became a village." Pausing, Amos picked up an orange wedge from the platter of fruit and handed it to Cassian. "It'll take Martha a while to

I raised a hand and wiped the tears off my face. … [In the Next Life — January 1, 2024, 12:00 AM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Three] William turned to the window. "Happy New Year." "Thanks." "Aren't you going to wish me something too?" I looked up. "You want a blessing from someone who's about to die?" His hand rested gently on my thin, dry one. "Please." I looked at the golden fireworks outside, as if I were bathing in hope. I smiled. "I hope you live a long life."

There was no burning love left, and thus no intense hatred either. My once pale skin was now a healthy bronzed shade after being exposed to a lot of sunlight. I stretched lazily and looked at the man who was wearing sunglasses and reading beside me. "Let's go play in the water, Seth." Seth put down his book and held my hand as we walked toward the ocean. In the days away from Zachary, I quickly grew close to Seth. Samara played her part as a wing woman dutifully. She constantly created heart-fluttering chance encounters for us. She wanted me to move on, and I understood her good intentions.

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' thought Nora as she headed straight for the waiting room. Nora's flight was in an hour. Nora had turned off her mobile phone and chose to read a novel by her favourite author. The novel told the story of the adventures of three people in various parallel worlds. This work was the second part of the previous work. Just by reading the novel, she felt like she was in another world and forgot for a moment what was happening to her at the moment. She seemed to be immersed in her own world of reading. Meanwhile, at the Torrence family mansion, Vivian, Adam's mother, was engrossed in reading a magazine in the living room. There was tea and freshly baked cookies on the table.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

(SHATTERED TRUTH) IN LIFE AND DEATH, CAN YOU STILL HOLD ON TO THE GOOD, IF EVERYTHING MEANS A HELL IN BETWEEN? WHAT WILL YOU CHOOSE, IF ALL THE THINGS THAT YOU EVER WANTED TO COME RUNNING DOWN TO THE PATH OF HELL? WILL YOU STILL GO ON OF YOUR LIFE AND LIVE? OR PERHAPS YOU WILL JUST END UP IN HELL? Either of those and the long run of this novel, can you still go on and read every chapter after this? Are you brave enough to stay on your foot and will not regret ever coming from this chapter? What if after this one, you will find yourself cursed? Will you believe?”

He wanted to feel alive again. All he seemed to feel, when Jimmy was about to behead him, was disappointment. This told Jimmy one thing; killing Isimud would not bring an end to the story. Shakespeare was long dead, so were Dickens and Austen, but their stories had more life than ever. You don’t end a tale by killing the person who told it. This wouldn’t end the story. Isimud would just come back to life, no matter how many times he was killed.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

well, Ayumi is the one who talks about food the most. But the point is, they had stories, families, friends, and all I have now is a weird cat that tried to kill me and a group of ungrateful freeloaders that are just starting to carry their own weight. Perhaps I was better by myself after all, maybe I should just endure until after winter passes and look for a town or city to move in. It's not like I need them anyway, even leaving this place behjind seems like a small price to have some peace of mind.