You Can Heal Your Life Kindle Novels & Stories

Whenever Zoe was in trouble, he would drop everything to be by her side. Taking a deep breath, I pulled up the divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago and sent it to him. After hiking what felt like miles down the rain-slicked path, I flagged down a ride-share and finally made it home. As I reached the front door, my phone buzzed with a notification from our friends' group chat. Someone had shared a screenshot of Zoe's post. [Zoe's caption is brutal! What kind of disease does Isiah have that needs her touch?] [What else? His erectile dysfunction around Floria.]

Life was simple, structured, and entirely my own—a state of profound, unassuming peace I hadn’t known since early childhood. And I told myself it was because I had achieved it; I had fully and completely healed. But healing isn’t a finish line you cross and leave behind forever. It’s a vast, undulating landscape you visit and revisit, sometimes without warning, sometimes because an old path unexpectedly resurfaces.

It gave her a sense of peace to know karma had finally caught up with the people who hurt her. As Rose stepped into this new chapter of her life, she knew that healing would take time. But she was determined to focus on herself, to cultivate self-love, and to create a future filled with authenticity and joy. The wounds may still linger, but with every passing day, Rose emerged stronger, ready to face the world with a renewed sense of purpose and a heart filled with happiness.

I don’t know but it does have its way of throwing us off our feet and making us think we can never get up’ Her words from earlier went through his mind and he let out a deep breath then looked down at her head then wondered if she was already sleeping or not before relaxing back on the sofa armrest. She was right, that is how life can be to humans… regardless of your personality, status, or whatever… that is life for you and you can stop it from dealing roughly with you, all you need to learn to be kind to yourself and give yourself room to heal properly. But he wasn’t sure if he could get over Pricilia… she was… he couldn’t even if he wanted to. It was too much for him to handle and no one

he says also starting to laugh at Adam’s expense. “Since a young age, I have been able to heal living things. A little baby bird fell out of its nest and broke a leg. I was able to heal it and put it back in the nest and the mother accepted the baby bird,” I share with them. “Then another time, I had fallen and broke my leg. I was able to heal myself long before I had my wolf,” I share with them.

Lincoln shared with me. “How so?” I inquired, being drawn in as if it were story time. “You being able to heal, means you can also heal yourself,” Lincoln explained. “Healing always starts from within,” he added. “Such as me, you were beating the shit out of me, and I was healing myself after each blow. It is why there is minimal damage to me,” he shared.

A vein ticks in his jaw dangerously. “ How? ” I force the word out of my mouth. Nothing about this life comes without a prize. This is too good to be true. “ I have the power of healing. It’s so strong that it can even bring back someone from death. It can heal every wound, every pain… ” His gaze lowers to my lips as he says in a voice too eerily soft. “ What does it have to do with— ”

She did not know the reason but he warned her. Lily shook her head. She understood that Alexa was only agitated. If she had a loving mother, she would be too. When Samuel was ill, she knew that if she didn't have the power, she would get it by all means. When your loved one is ill, you go spiral. “This is enough and it is very easy,” Lily replied with a smile and then continued. “Are you sure?” The uncle asked and Lily nodded before she started. She felt the healing flow through her. Lily smiled because it was done.

They held each other in the quiet moments, their bodies close, their souls intertwined. Kai also spent time with his children, his presence a source of comfort and guidance. He listened to their stories and offered his wisdom, drawing on the lessons he had learned from his own healing journey. He held them when they cried and celebrated with them when they rejoiced. He reminded them that healing was a journey, not a destination, and that every step forward was a victory, no matter how small.