A Life Beyond Limits Novels & Stories

White petals scattered across the floor, and for a moment, time seemed to stop. The smile vanished from Adrian's face, leaving only embarrassment. "Evelyn, do you hate me this much now? "Every day since I started looking for you has been unbearable. It feels as though my life lost all purpose. "That is why I had to find you and bring you home." I kept wrapping flowers without looking at him. "I told you I'm not going home with you. "You live your life, and I'll live mine. We don't need to interfere with each other anymore."

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

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.

I mustered all of my strength and screamed for help, but it was useless. My blood cells felt like they were tearing themselves apart from the inside. Every inch of me was rejecting itself, splitting, and collapsing. I knew what hemorrhaging felt like, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. The silver spread like a shadow, consuming me bit by bit. Right before death took me, only a single thought lingered in my mind. When Tobias and Nicholas found out I was dead, would they regret it at all?

“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.”

That was a trap disguised as a destination. And I wondered what would come next. What transformation was still waiting. What evolution we had not yet imagined. Because this could not be the final answer. Seven thousand suffering in limitation so ten billion could avoid sterility was not a permanent solution. Was not a sustainable endpoint. Was not the future I had fought for. There had to be something else. Something beyond. Something we had not yet discovered. I just did not know what it was. Not yet.

Life couldn't be any better. THE END

Two millennia was the maximum limit, even with the addition of various heavenly treasures and all sorts of cultivation bases and supernatural powers. In fact, for the past three millennia, countless cultivators had died of old age because they failed to overcome the last hurdle. Some had their cultivation withered, and they died like ordinary old men. Others went into seclusion and never appeared again after witnessing the advent of the maximum limit. Some people fought their way, traversing the starry skies to seek the possible existence of a lease of life outside the universe. However, no one had ever returned. This was a tribulation of fate.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

When her child came up, Jasmine scoffed, "Don't get me started. My kid's dad died before he was even born, and the little guy's just a pain. Just looking at him stresses me out." "Tell me about it. The doctor just found out he's got a heart condition, and almost died of hypothermia a bit ago." Derick said under his breath, "That doctor's a miracle worker, bringing him back from the brink." Derick's words sent a chill down my spine. Both Jasmine's kid and mine had congenital heart disease. In my previous life, Jasmine's kid got through it with some pricey surgery. My baby, though, caught a bad cold early on and did not make it because of complications.