Novel & Cerita A Life Well Lived

I will rage against the dying light. They say that life should not be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside in a cloud of smoke, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming "Wow! What a Ride!"

They have to be there in time. What will happen to her? Will she get well easily or again she faces tragedy in her life??

“Our queen and king need to be replaced.” “Quite! I do not want to be food!” I listened to this conversation between two men. I did not follow. What did they mean queen and king? Did we live in a world where there was no democracy? Was this a monarchy? I just figured the people ruled. I do not know why I thought this, but it seemed like it would be the way of life. What happened to the world? This gut feeling could not be wrong. What did he mean by becoming food too? I was so confused. I listened to other people, trying to find other things I did not know about.

“How old are you anyway?” “What’s with my age?” “What I’ve heard, vampires live longer than humans. You may be a century old, aren’t you tired of living?” Drayce scoffs. “You don’t want to know how old I am. And I am not tired of living. I enjoyed it.” Well, he may be enjoying it by taking and using people under his command and power. But not me and Kurai. And he is getting along with us. I can see he changed.

This is not the end but start of a beautiful life ahead. ~THE END~

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

This was not just survival, this was living, legacy, and home. The End. ❤️

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

she said, gripping Candice's hand, her own heart trembling violently. "Look at what you’re saying," Candice countered. "Of course, I intend to live well. But what truly constitutes 'living well'? If I carry an insurmountable burden in my heart, watching my enemies roam free, then that can’t be good. Only by pulling out this poisonous thorn, by allowing the departed to rest in peace, can I truly live well."

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.