Very Good Lives Book Novels & Stories

"When it is exactly the way you want it. Then yes. It goes in the record." Rin nodded. Then said something they had not said before in exactly this way — not as a governance observation, not as a notebook entry. Simply as what was true from the inside of a specific life lived in a specific territory by a specific wolf who had been holding everything they held since before they were born. "This is a good life," Rin said. "The life you built for us is a good life." I held those words for a long time. Eight years of building, and all of it arrived at this — a child in the evening study telling their mother that the life was good.

Or should I tell him that I didn’t read it? I shook my head, “Drayce…” “Oh, before that, Ukiyo, I have to invite you for breakfast, come,” he slid away from his chair and grabbed my hand. The floor was quite astonishing. I stared at the exquisite place with great awe. The floor has endless walls of curvy glass, cozy fireside area, the grandest living room I’ve ever been to with its floor-to-ceiling windows giving breathless views of the city. “Like the view?” Drayce said when he led me to the balcony where the breakfast was set on the large glass table.

They shattered the transparent tempered glass, continuing their descent until they reached the end they had long awaited for 20 years. In their next life, they still wished to be a family. In their next life, they hoped for peace.

Elijah took the little book out of his bag and gave it to me. I opened the book and on the first page was written Mr.Russo with a phone number underneath it. I took out my phone and dailed the number, but the call was ended immediately. I looked at my phone and it showed call ended. I dailed the number again and this time it did ring for a few seconds before the call was ended again. I tried again , and the person picked up. I was about to speak but was cutt off by someone. "What, who is this?" The person on the other side said with a stentorain voice.

On the morning of the wedding, the bridesmaids decided to play a quick trivia game with Grayson Cross before our first look. He had to get three questions right before he could see me. I thought he would get them all easily. To my surprise, he got the very first one wrong. “What shoe size does the bride wear?” Without hesitation, he answered, “Size 6.” “What’s the bride’s favorite color?” “Blue.” Everyone exchanged glances, and the atmosphere grew awkward. So they asked him an absurdly easy question. “What year did the bride graduate from college?” Everyone thought there was no way he could get that one wrong. After all, we had been classmates in college. “2013. The year she gradua

More bookshelves covered the walls in front of her with an open hallway in the center. Sean interrupted her viewing to tell her to look at the middle shelf to the right. Laying flat, one on top of the other were two beautiful photo books, with candles on each side. She went to pick up the large photo album, forgetting about her hand, when Sean picked it up and placed it on the desk. She opened the first page and saw the foundation of this place, with a picture of the boys and Sean. A note below it said. “We are your foundation. We will always be here to build you up. Love, Your guys, forever.”

They didn't have to do anything, yet they got everything they wanted in the world. Meanwhile, most of the people were born into regular homes. Sure, they could work hard for the rest of their lives. But even if their descendants were to keep working hard, their success could never compare to Cain's natural advantage of being born into a good family. Seriously, picking a good family to be with was a skill. "This is my first time coming to Rivershire. I'll be in your care now." Cain carried himself with an air of authority on the stage. "I like Rivershire a lot, not just because of its beauty, but because it's also home to my crush."

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

"Don't be so gullible. If the crash had really been that bad, that selfish brat would've dragged Felix down with him. How would Felix still be standing here, perfectly fine?" Caitlyn came over to comfort Mom, too. "Exactly, Mrs. Goodman. Sean is tough. He won't die so easily. If anything, it's a wonder no one else has died because of him." Ashley, lazily munching on an apple, muttered, "Wouldn't it be good if that annoying brat was dead? What's there to be worried about?" Though I always knew they were biased toward Felix, I never expected that I was so worthless in their eyes.

Is one quiet night really too much to ask? I clasped my hands on my ears as the sounds of moans and groans from the other room was piercing through the walls of my bedroom. This is what I get for agreeing to living in the same house with one of the biggest players in campus, just so I could pay cheap rent. I laid down in bed, defeated. I couldn't even get through one sentence with all of the commotion from the other room. What the heck is he even doing to these women to make them scream all night? Is he really that good in bed?