True Life Story Novels & Stories

she said quietly, “this place destroyed them.” Sophia blinked. “That doesn’t make sense.” “They were nobodies back then.” Sophia frowned. “What happened?” Marissa leaned against the brick wall. “There was a competition that night,” she said. “A startup event. Tech investors, entrepreneurs, big money.” Sophia listened carefully. “Luke, Duke, Kyle, and Dru had just built their first version of the app that made them billionaires.” Sophia’s eyes widened slightly. “They came here to celebrate?” Marissa shook her head.

“More like daggers.” “Oh no.” I could practically hear her sitting up straighter. “What happened?” I exhaled, lying back against my pillows. “Where do I even start?” “The beginning is always a good place.” “Fine.” I closed my eyes, letting the words flow. “So, I get there, right? The place is massive. Like, straight out of some rich-kid movie. And, of course, I’m getting stares the second I walk in.” “Typical.” “But then I meet this girl, Rachel. She seemed nice enough, showed me where my classes were.”

Friend, you have to earn a living with whatever. — I mean, I'm your work. "Yes, don't be offended. Honestly, I didn't feel offended. I told him how little I had understood about what had happened at my grandparents' house. He didn't say anything, he just listened to me and inside I thanked him. He didn't know him but I liked the kindness he carried, not everyone has the generosity to listen to a distraught and confused girl. Thomas inspired me confidence in him, I just hoped I wasn't wrong.

The fights are verbal if physical l do not think l had a chance. I end up sleeping and for the very first time, l had a very peaceful sleep. No nightmares haunting me down. When you are exhausted your body rest to the fullest. Speaking of exhaustion. We had walked some streets Tanaka told me of those times when he was still in his teens. I feel bad for invading every tiny bit of him without disclosing anything of mine. What story could l tell? That l used to be rich and now l am enslaved at a strange place with assassins who the hell would believe in that? Who would be sane to buy it?

The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes. The movie ended in two hours , nafisa and fawaz were already sleeping. Khadija sigh before joining them. They woke up around four in the evening, prayed and they sat talking. "Naffy, it is getting late. Let me get going " Khadija said to nafisa . "Okay"She replied and run off to her room. She got chocolate cake, and chocolate biscuits for fawaz, then Khadija's favorite square veil. The house felt empty, just like her an empty soul when her husband left her. she flipped through the cartoon channel , sighing heavily. She missed her husband.

' "And... What does it mean! (Patrick wondering what the hell his senior wants to tell him but not telling either) 'Patrick, you already know about our world's history, how it became one (united), how everything began... You were asking me all the time, if I'm this old so maybe I know more than you? Well, it's obvious I almost lived more than a hundred years and in this life I've faced many extraordinary things and yet nothing can surprise me but, today I'm surprised...' "Surprised, how?" He asked Clark curiously. 'Actually, it is about the man behind the greatest empire.'

Chloe gave a satisfied hum, rolled over, and went back to scrolling on her phone. The dorm room fell quiet. I lay on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. In my last life, I knew nothing, so I did nothing. This life, I knew everything. So I had three things to do. First, let them destroy themselves. Second, leave evidence. Third, keep myself clean. I dug out my old phone and opened a shopping app. I ordered a pinhole camera, small enough to clip to a collar. Then I ordered a micro voice recorder that could run for eight hours.

At least I wouldn't have to witness their happy family of four and smell that nauseating mixture of scents. Memories flooded back like an uncontrolled tide. Alex and I had met when we were nobody special. I had supported him through his journey from an unknown programmer to a leading figure in the field of AI. For ten years, we had been the soulmates everyone in our circle envied. The first time, he was drugged by a business rival and slept with Brooke, who was just an intern then. He called me immediately, his voice shaking. "Em, I was set up! I swear on my integrity that this was the only time! I've handled everything cleanly. She'll never appear before us again!"

In the room, the television kept broadcasting their story. Pierce had summoned top specialists across town for her emergency treatment. The commotion had even made it onto Deep City Network’s nightly news. Countless online viewers swooned over their life-and-death romance, calling them the perfect couple, destined for each other. Now and then, a lone comment would flash across the live feed: [Doesn’t Pierce already have a wife? She looks… different.] But those questions quickly drowned in the endless tide of romantic, love-dovey emojis. Just like my death, even my own husband no longer cared.

Under the weight of everyone's judgment, she turned and fled the funeral in disgrace. Even after the ceremony ended, Caleb refused to leave. He wandered in the rain, clutching my photo to his chest. The smile on my face had long lost its warmth, yet it became his only source of solace. He stumbled through the downpour like a man possessed, his eyes vacant and lifeless. No one knew how long he wandered before finally returning home. On the nightstand, he found the journal and voice recorder I had left behind.