A Life Beyond Limits Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

"Do you hear how absurd you sound? Isn't Andrea too delicate for IVF? Or is the mortgage crushing you now? Cruise ship losing its sparkle? You need me as bait to keep him hooked?" The bank's collection calls had clued me in. Steven had been quietly footing their house payments for years. They'd never relinquish such a lucrative catch willingly. Genuine remorse would never be in these self-serving souls. Turning to Steven's ashen face, I said, "Modern medicine is a marvel. Get your issue sorted by pros. I'm no miracle worker." Brent jabbed a finger at me, his chest heaving. Blood drained from his face, and he looked as if he'd collapse in the next second.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Everything in my life was temporary. “So,” Professor Williams clapped his hands. “Why don’t we start carrying in your things, and then I thought we’d have a nice dinner out to celebrate your arrival! I’ve booked a reservation at La Forge for seven, if that’s alright with you?” He looked to my mother for confirmation. I noticed that Jack stiffened at the mention of the most expensive and exclusive restaurant in the city. My mother smiled softly and put her hand on his arm, “That sounds absolutely perfect, Andy.”

"Dad... I'm sorry. Dad, I was wrong.” His weak voice traversed time and space, reaching Anson's side, who seemed excited and anxious. "Is that really you, Millard? What happened to you?" "I’ll never... see you again. I was wrong. In my next life, I... I'll be your son again." After saying that, Millard seemed to have exhausted all his strength. He looked at me with a smile, then tilted his head to the side and took his last breath. I stood there dumbfounded. Anson was still talking. "What happened to you? Millard... Millard, where are you? Chlo, he... where are you?"

As soon as Teresa left the room, I reached over for the burner phone and my little recorder that had already been prepped. He fumbled the phone from his pocket and answered on the third ring, and I hit play. His eyes widened, and he started looking around the room as if afraid. I removed the recorder and spoke to him for the first time. "This is Gabriel, Sofia's son. You don't have long to live. In the next few minutes, you will lose the ability to speak, your limbs will atrophy, and your airwave will be blocked."

You don't expect i marvel and admire ones minty breath amidst such unfavourable situation? Minty breath of the figure currently shattering my jaws, threatening me and squeezing off any remaining or left over life force within me. Yeah they're left over. I view my living and life force as left overs. Alpha Douglas, bridgette and Freya's leftovers. They've drained, butchered and misused every valuable life force within me. If life forces are batteries am currently surviving on my final battery. The faulty final and rapidly draining battery. Any little twitch and am done.

" He stepped forward as if to help with my boxes. I pushed him away, lifted the carton against my chest, and walked out without looking back. In the cab to the airport, I rejected every call he made. Seconds before my flight took off, I sent him one message. "Adrian, it's over. We're done." Then I blocked every way he had to contact me. That evening, Adrian reserved a table for two at our favorite French restaurant. He was about to call Evelyn when a message appeared on his screen. After reading it, he swayed and dropped the phone.

I paused a moment before saying softly, "Let's get divorced, Ian." It was true that I was an uncouth woman. I grew up in the orphanage, and I had no family other than the old orphanage director. Three days ago, the director passed away and was scheduled to be cremated, and I asked Ian if he could accompany me to the funeral, but he was busy accompanying Jewel and did not pick up any of my calls. I ran in the rain, trying to get a taxi, only to end up in an accident right outside the building of Langham Corporation. My hands were crushed under the car tires. When the ambulance failed to arrive, I begged the passersby to call Ian.

“How do you know about my family?” He tilted his head, watching me with what looked like amusement. “I know a lot of things, Lillia. Including this: your life as it is now… it’s crushing you. One shift at a time. One unpaid bill at a time. One night spent listening to your mother’s cough at a time.” My chest tightened. “Stop.” But he pressed on. “What if I told you there was another life?” he said. “One where your siblings never go hungry. One where your mother’s surgery is fully paid for. One where you don’t have to fight every single day just to breathe.”