Very Good Lives Book Novels & Stories

she intertwines her fingers on the desk and then takes one of her hands to her hair combing it. “It's not easy to stop listening to these comments...” “Of course it's not easy, but look at it this way” she pauses a little “People don't feel sad about things, but about the perception they adopt about them. Now, do you get more good comments than bad ones, or more bad ones than good ones?” “More good than bad” “Which ones do you hear more inside your head?” I think for a few seconds and speak. “The bad ones” “Why?”

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

“Castor, you truly are the best.” “Are Oreos one of your cravings?” Christian asks. “I don’t have any cravings.” “Oreos and coffee are Livie’s guilty pleasures.” Castor sounds tired and I take him in again and notice the dark circles under his eyes and his disheveled appearance. “Castor sit down and eat some with me. Alpha I think we are done here. I haven’t seen my friend in a long time and the time in your dungeon didn’t suit him.” “I’m didn’t torture him or anything he was fed and just stayed down there.”

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

Honestly, that was probably the single most normal, decent piece of data he had shared with us in recent memory. We both let out a genuine laugh, shaking our heads at his textbook delivery. We knew the brief window of interaction had officially closed the moment his gaze dropped right back to the pages of his book, effectively blocking out our presence and the entire outside world with terrifying ease. There were moments when I was incredibly jealous of his ability to just switch off reality at will. I forced a massive, theatrical smile onto my face and spoke to the remaining passengers. "Alright, team. Let's go introduce ourselves to the place we’re calling home for the next six months."

It would have been strange if she actually liked him. After hearing her words, Sean raised an eyebrow. A mocking look flashed across his eyes as he replied calmly, "Whether someone's life is good depends on how you define it. What exactly counts as living well? And what counts as not living well?" Gavin Tahalea looked at Sean with obvious hostility in his eyes. He let out a cold snort before saying, "If you don't have a good job with a monthly salary of tens of millions, then that's what I'd call not living well."

My words sent a shockwave through Derick and Jasmine, their faces a picture of pure horror. With a sly grin, I hit play on the recorder for all to hear. Jasmine's moans and Derick's breathy gasps were not the only things captured; their treacherous whispers filled the room. "Thanks for swapping the kids, darling. Our little one's destined to rule the roost now! "Lily's boy is your own blood. He's sick, and we're just leaving him to suffer. Doesn't that break your heart?"

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Where I get to take up space. I'm going to use this money for medical care that keeps me breathing. For therapy that teaches me I deserved better. For legal protection from the people who see me as an inheritance, not a person. And I'm going to use some of it for completely impractical things. Books I want. Classes I don't need. Experiences that serve no purpose except making me feel alive. Because you said: build a life worth living in the face of mortality. I'm doing that, Grandmother.

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