When Life Gives You Tangerines Book Novels & Stories

She is lying on the Hammock outside the presidential suite, Lauren walks to her and drags the book she is reading. "Hey stop it." Mandy tries to get it, but she can't. "Relax, I just want to see what you are reading." Lauren's voice is all nice and soft, no longer that cold voice. "Tangled life. Hm." He pronounced the name of the book. "Interesting, so what is it about?" Lauren asked, Mandy tapped the space beside her, Lauren stared at her, this girl was playing with fire, she didn't seem to learn, his level of self-control was on very tiny ground when his body came in contact with hers.

I mumbled, getting annoyed at the mere fact that I heard his voice the moment I was celebrating his absence. It made me feel how wrong I was and how Luca's presence would always glue to me even though he was absent. Deciding to enjoy the few hours I had, I sat comfortably on the sliding bench. The bright ray of the warm sun shone onto my skin, emitting a dark orange glow. TINT by Morrison Ishanique was the title of my book, written by a Jamaican author. It was my first ever Jamaican read, and though the language barrier, I still understood a little of every word. It was all thanks to my interest in languages too.

Until then, I embrace the journey, knowing that each step brings me closer to the truth. In the midst of bustling business affairs, I hold onto the belief that Tuberose's presence in my life goes beyond the pages of her book. There is a connection that transcends the written word, a bond that awaits its moment of revelation. And as I navigate the challenges of the publishing world, my heart remains open to the possibility that Tuberose's impact on my life is destined to be far greater than I can fathom.

Damn me for thinking that thought. I caressed her back whose now moving abnormally. She cried in my arms like a crybaby which is the first time she did it in front of me. She never cried this strong even she broke up with her first love, even she got thrown by her parents in Oklahoma for a year, but oh well, I can’t blame her. She just lost her child. Tangerine is a happy-go-lucky type of woman, and I can’t bare watching her like this. “I lost her. I lost my baby without anyone who can h-help me,” she voiced with a crack and cried her heart’s out.

“Palm trees, books, hydrangeas, wine. You realize none of that belongs together, right?” “Palm trees don’t grow chocolate either, but on my island, they do. It’s my imagination, let me live.” He laughed. “If you’re telling me to stop being a buzzkill, I really need to re-evaluate my life.” Cassie rolled her eyes. “Can I open my gift now?” “Go for it.” She untied the ribbon, lifted the lid, and stared — her amused smile breaking into a laugh. “Arden, you’re so annoying,” she groaned.

Richard gave me half a peeled tangerine and smiled. “I've been living in the hospital for a month, and now when I go home I feel empty.” I put the tangerine in my mouth, chewed, and spoke. Finally, under Richard's banishment, I had to say goodbye to him and leave. When I think about tomorrow I have to face that person, I feel extremely depressed. How can I get revenge on Brian? If Hellen knew I slept with Brian but she didn't scratch Brian but threw acid at me, I would have to go out and beg on the street.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

He laughed. “I'm waiting for you.” He said. I got a warm feeling when I heard that word from him. He looked from me to the plastic bag I was holding, “You brought something?” He asked, His eyes stared curiously. I knew it, he expected something. “Ah, it’s on discount.” I replied, Of course I bought it not because it was at a discount. I bought it just because it smells like me, and Shiloh liked it. Tangerines.

The last book was the one he gave me on my 18th birthday. It was blank. On the title page, he'd written, "I hope your life will be like this book, full of endless possibilities, and you can do whatever you want to do. From the brother who loves you most, Arthur." I closed my eyes. My lashes trembled as a tear fell onto the page, blurring the ink. I'd already done what I wanted to do. It didn't turn out well, but I didn't regret it. Now, it was time to explore life's endless possibilities.

"I'll wake up better... Just let me sleep. I think, and I'm one step away from letting go completely, and then I feel a strong taste invade my mouth, my gaze focuses again, and I realize that I'm taking blood, I want to fight it, it's not right! But at the same time, this blood tastes different, it's a mixture of orange, apple and something woody, and it smells perfect. ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform