Life Note Novelas e Histórias

Back in college, we agreed we would see the northern lights together. He said the aurora symbolized eternal love. Ten years had passed. We still hadn't gone. I opened a job site and began filling out applications. I entered my awards one by one. I attached a link to my portfolio. Then I clicked submit. The next day, I began picking up all the skills I had once thrown away. Starting with making breakfast. Turn on the stove. Pour the oil. The beaten egg hit the pan, and hot oil spat upward.

His eyes suddenly shot to stare at the camera lens instead and he looked delirious to Sia. “ They were living a happy life. A perfect life. A complete life. They loved each other and to add to their happiness another life came to their house. A girl born to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. The day she was born, Luther Martin threw a huge party. He called the people from all around the world and announced to them about the birth of their daughter. He named her Sia Martin that day. ” A gasp left Sia's mouth as her hand shot to cover her mouth. What was he talking about? Tears slipped past Sia's eyes as her sobs rang in the room. Her head was spinning with all of it. Was it another one of Lucas's

New story. 📍 Living with him📍 [ Taming Mr popular] By Adebayo Dolapo. Prologue. Meet Joel Torre a rich and famous footballer. You can't meet up with Torre in terms of football. His very rich, and handsome guy. And addicted to s*x. Ladies are dreaming to be in bed with him, just a night stand is okay for them. Torre can drive you nuts with s*x. Meet Lustre Nadine grew up in a very poor, but happy family. When she was twelve years old, her mother died, and her only sister Tiffany

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What I can't tell my mother I tell my grandmother because she is so much more understandable and she is always of good advice. Our life is worth what it cost us in effort. What is life? A delirium. What is life? A shadow, an illusion, and the greatest of goods are hardly counted. Yes, all of life is a dream, and dreams themselves, what are they? Dream!We are all resigned to death; it is to life that we cannot resign ourselves to, the root of the problem is that humans stop at the superficial side of what is life, I know it and I feel it there ' has a lot more than that, and I want to live it, I want to live happy days, when I see other people laughing out loud and going out, having relations

which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me in this ride. I hope you'll read it, like it, vote for it and comment a lot ^_^ That's all I have to say for now. Thank you for your time, see you in the story… ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Yunlan's stomach was killing him, he should really learn to take better care of himself. He couldn't remember the last time he had a decent meal or slept a decent amount of hours, and the fact that he had a stressful job and just had more than a couple of drinks with his colleagues didn't help.

Uncle Guy had taken care of the disposal, and with things being the way they are, I doubt anyone would care. He'd sent me a video earlier of Luna with the last hit she'd taken, needle still in her arm. I'd made sure to have him make up a cocktail that would burn her alive from the inside. It'll show as a drug overdose, but once they open her up, they'll have more questions than answers, seeing as her organs would have been petrified.

That's something he told me a long time ago, just after the twins started high school, and I was feeling old and frumpy. At thirty-four, I was far from it, but back then, I felt out of place and out of sorts, and my mind would give me no peace. Now three years later, I'm more sure of myself, more confident in this phase of my life, with just one niggling shadow of darkness that always seems to be there, hanging over me. My life until now has been filled with more joy than that broken child I once was could imagine. I've come a long way from who I had been on that dreary day when I thought my life was over, and yet, every once in a while, amid the joy, there was always this thing that clung.

How typical of him—today wasn’t even a special occasion, and yet he was being romantic again. With a heart full of anticipation, I opened the box. Inside was a luxurious diamond ring, advertised as "a gift meant for one special person, once in a lifetime." Beside it lay a card. I smiled even wider—until I saw what was written on the card. My smile froze instantly. "To my dearest Luna." Luna. Again, Luna! My heart sank even further. Our daughter was just a newborn, far too young for a ring like this. And it was clearly too small to fit my fingers.

“Uhm, never? I would like to have my own space, Char.” “When have I invaded your space, Psyche Johana Montez?” “Uhm… Like every time?” We giggled together as we had our lunch, but then a thought popped up in my mind. “Do you think I should just go home to my dad?” Charlotte is the only other person aside from Sebastian who knows my family, her mom is my mom’s best friend but I only met her when we were twelve after their family moved back to the country and naturally, we became best of friends.