Very Good Lives Book Novels & Stories

" I had to remind myself that not all men were bad and that I should give both him and I a chance. In the end, that was the right thing to do. Carl was a wonderful person. Even after half a month of sharing a living space, not one thing he did made me uncomfortable. He was always dressed tidily in shared spaces, and he always prepared food and drinks that I loved for me. The video players were always filled with movies that I liked, and whenever there was a sold-out concert I wanted to see, he would somehow get me a ticket. "Carl, I can't repay you for all this." He just smiled and shook his head. "I never wanted you to.

And with that, he put the phone back and stared at the projector screen which was displaying the movie. I felt him kiss my hair and I shuddered a bit. Rissa...don't freak out. He's yours now and he's not going to leave you now, never. I'm glad he now have wealth of his own. He now has his parent's wealth as well. He's no longer homeless or surviving under someone else's roof. I'm proud of him. And I guess the modeling job pays him enough for him to live like a billionaire. .......Leah's pov.......

“What does the picture make you feel?” I look down at the floor because I don’t want to respond and have him think I’m uneducated. He bends over slightly to meet my gaze. “You do know what you feel, don’t you?” I look up at the picture once more, not sure what to say, so I take a deep breath and give my most honest answer. “The picture gives me hope.” I turned my head to look in his eyes and was met with a most perplexed stare. I turned back to the picture to explain my answer. “Most people, when they see this picture, might say that they only see a black and white picture of a bunch of homeless people happy to get a free meal, but I see more. I see a group of people who are having a hard ti

I would love to know what you love about this book. My new book, "The Don's Runaway Bride," will be live soon on the Goodnovel app. Meanwhile, here is a sneak peek of a few chapters of the book. . . The Don's Runaway Bride . Today is the worst day of my life! Maybe I should rephrase that. Today is one of the worst days of my life. Because I’m very certain that with my present predicament, there will be days worse than this.

That evening, after Caroline had gone to bed, Ernest sat in the study and wrote in his journal: May, thirty-fifth year. Caroline came to stay. She said: The five books are about this life in the form of an argument. The four written books are the arguments arrived at. The fifth — the living — continues. Every journal entry. Every ordinary morning. The fifth book continues as long as life continues. I said: the building is forever because the fifth book does not end. The living is the building. The building is the living. Both things are true and have always been true and will continue to be true.

she said, taking the bag full of apples and oranges. "You're welcome," he replied and look down at the kid. "Next time be a good boy, okay?" "Uh-huh," the little kid nodded while smiling at him. He messed up the little kid's hair and was about to leave when the woman spoke. "Would you like to have dinner with us? It's not fancy but... well, I'm going to cook for my kids today and just to thank you." Since Eustone doesn't really have anything to do he said yes. He took some of what the woman had bought. It was late but he also introduced himself not to be rude to the. Along the way, the kid had become talkative and they talk about stuff.

With that I dashed out of the kitchen " You cannot say thank you abi!!!" I heard Omale shout from the kitchen. " Come and collect it!!" I shout back "Can you guys just shut up" that was George. I would say he was the nerd of the house. Always reading, I read too but his own was just too much. He hated noise...any form of noise, and guess the worst, he believed in being a virgin still marriage, so he found our acts very irritating. Lol... Sometimes I wonder why God decided to waste such beauty on his kind of personality. But sometimes he breaks out of that his shell. It rarely happens sha.

When we finally slept it was tangled and heavy, the kind of sleep that belonged to people who had stopped waiting for permission and started living inside the days they had claimed. Somewhere beyond the ridge the wider pressures still existed. Inside the valley the greenhouse kept growing, the outdoor section kept serving, and the two of us kept choosing each other in the ordinary hours between whatever might come next. The life was no longer a defense. It was simply the one we were living.

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

The room fell silent, captivated by the book's sudden appearance. "It contains the record of both the good and the evil that each person has done. This book is the ultimate judge of our actions, as it holds the truth of every soul." "The Book of Life will guide us in determining the outcome of this trial," he continued, his gaze piercing as he looked at me. "It will reveal the truth of your actions and help us reach a just verdict."