Uncommon Life Book Novels & Stories

Even just for a brief period of time. He felt calmer as he sipped his coffee, his head turning to look at everyone who also had their own lives. It fascinated him whenever he thought that every single person in the world was living a unique life, and that just like him, they also had problems and ordeals in life. It fascinated him how strange and magical life was, even when it sometimes would appear to be mundane and redundant.

Her eyes were on the sleeping baby, her only child. Leslie had been born with a genetic disease. His blood stem cells did not function properly. It was why she never wanted to have a child with me even though we had been married for seven years. If not because of this accidental child, she probably would have never wanted children. Josephine sighed. Then finally, she remembered me, who was still in the ER. She had me give her mother a kidney and her child my blood. But then again, she still believed I was the reason her mother had died. So in her mind, this was one life repaid for another.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

Living felt worse than dying, and she sank into complete despair. Just when she thought she would die there, someone suddenly bailed her out. She thought her name had finally been cleared. Hope flickered back to life, only for that person to knock her unconscious. When Serena woke again, she realized she had been taken to an underground slave farm. This was the darkest corner of the entire pack. Inside were Rogues exiled for crimes, slaves abandoned by their masters, and captives from rival packs. They were forced to fight each other for scraps of food.

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I thought about my mother’s kitchen and my father’s habit of reading the same three books in rotation and the house I’d grown up in where nothing unusual had ever happened, where I’d spent years feeling like I was waiting for my real life to start without understanding what I was waiting for. It hadn’t been ordinary. It had been curated ordinariness. Monitored normalcy. My entire childhood had been a controlled environment that I’d mistaken for just being unremarkable. I pressed my hands flat against my thighs under the table and breathed through it. “Why tell me now,” I said.

For the first time, hesitation crept into my heart. It was not because of Phoebe. It was because I realized that the trip had been like a mirror, reflecting parts of myself I had always avoided seeing. I began to wonder whether I had long grown tired of a life that felt too predictable, only lacking the courage to admit it. One weekend, Shanine brought up the idea of taking another short trip with Phoebe. Looking into her hopeful eyes, I suddenly understood something. Once a secret existed, it would never truly disappear.

"It's not dramatic. Not heroic. It's just... coffee. The garden. The dogs. You." "That's not a thought. That's life." "Same thing." --- The waves crash. The stars shine. And somewhere inside the house, two women hold onto each other. Not because they're afraid. Because they've learned that ordinary days are the ones that matter. And they're finally ready to live with them. End of Chapter 183

She would never go back to that, but they were grown now and she had the right to go out for a picnic and enjoy herself! “What is your problem, Sean! I didn’t intentionally upset any of you. I just got back from a life-altering event! Jack understands what I’ve been through. Have you ever been on the brink of death like that. On the side of a mountain, clinging to life? This can’t be equated to drug addiction!” Though she herself had thought them similar when she was trying to survive.

However, his joy turned to dismay at the school carnival when his father forgot to tell the babysitter to bake cookies, and he ended up with generic cookies instead of the homemade bear-shaped ones his mother used to bake. Surrounded by classmates who craved his mother's famous treats, Calvin had a sudden epiphany: maybe his mother was not so bad after all. Then there was Chester Harris who despised the scheming woman who had taken his mother's place. However, during a thunderstorm, as he pressed against the door, the absence of his mother's soothing hum from the other side sent him into a tailspin. Mandy York came next, her blood pressure spiking again, then needing meds to keep it in check