True Life Story Novels & Stories

It’s easier that way. In the end, I have to suck it up and be the bigger person who I should be. Sometimes, it really do be tempting to be petty. Most of the time, I fall into that temptation. However, that’s not what I need right now to survive in this place. So much for “I wanted something new and challenging in my life.” And this is what I get. I didn’t mean to have THAT ‘Life and Death’ kind of change. After he was done rinsing off all the soap, he helped me out of the river and lead me to a thick tree. He cornered me at the tree and unveiled the blanket. His actions confused me while he was barely looking at me.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

I, Richard Newman, had been together with my girlfriend, Shanine Graham, for a long time. She was very innocent. Even though she had already given me her first time, she remained extremely conservative in bed. Unfortunately for her, I was the kind of guy who liked a little more excitement. I had bought her plenty of sexy stockings and outfits before, but she refused to wear any of them. It left me feeling disappointed, feeling as if something thrilling was missing from my life. One day, Shanine suddenly suggested that we go on a trip to relax. However, the day before we were supposed to leave, she suddenly changed her mind and insisted on bringing her best friend, Phoebe Norton, along.

There was just a dry, heavy silence. As I was about to hang up, he suddenly said, “Ruth, the doctors say I have cancer. I don’t have long to live.” I responded softly, “Then make the most of your time.” The next second, he choked back a sob and started crying on the phone. Finn had always been a proud and arrogant man. I couldn’t imagine anything that would make him cry. He asked me, “Ruth, if I hadn’t gone abroad back then, do you think we’d be married by now?”

“Do I look like I’m joking?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation, clutching my coffee mug. “You absolutely do.” He chuckled softly, leaning forward again. “Lena, I’m serious. They want to buy the rights to your memoir. A major production company. The same one that made that film about the woman who built her own business empire after a scandal. You remember it?” I froze. Of course I remembered. It had been one of my favorite films—a story of redemption, survival, and love that felt painfully familiar.

"You've ridden at the center of a media maelstrom, a corporate buyout, and a heated public debate about identity and control. Some are calling your story a fairy tale. Others call it a masterfully constructed PR redemption. What's the true story?" Clarkson, ever the first shot, took it. "The truth, Lena, isn't ever going to be as straightforward as a fairy tale or a PR campaign. It was complicated. It was painful. It made people lose their hopes and, for a while, almost destroyed my life's work. What was left wasn't a story. It was just. us. Without pretence."

It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey. My thoughts returned to the day of the accident. The surgery was successful, bringing an end to my tragic life.

Cassandra #1 and The Real Cassandra stared each other down, an unspoken battle happening between them. Then, finally, The Real Cassandra smirked, “Fine. I will tell you the truth.” She stepped closer, “It's actually a long story but basically, it all started with a member of the clan; our mother and her two younger brothers. My mother was a beauty from the clan and yeah, in case you were thinking about it, my mother married her older cousin.” I scrunched up my nose in disgust, “So, that's crazy as hell.”

He wrapped his arms around his little brother and said, "Calvin, all those things I told you before, and what we heard from grandma, from our aunt about your mom... it was all wrong. We lied to you, we all did. "Your mom isn't the other woman. She's not a bad person at all! She's really, really good..." Chester's voice broke, and he could not finish his sentence, overcome with emotion.

As such, he went out in public hiding his face under a cap and behind a mask. However, he rushed toward Clifford without any form of disguise. Some onlookers gathered to take photos of the scene. George's manager and assistant tried to hold him back but to no avail. George grabbed Clifford by the collar and bellowed, "Someone's destroyed Holly's medical history and records, and she's cremated in no time. Something is not right! The nurse who gave her an infusion is your old flame. Did you and that nurse have anything to do with Holly's death? Speak up!"