Novel & Cerita A Rank Boukensha No Slow Life

"You little pig. Eat slowly, or you'll choke." "Yesh. Big...Swiss." She nodded again and started to eat slowly. "And don't talk when your mouth is full of food." I sigh. She nodded her head again and returned back to eating heartily. I started to eat too. Yum! I'm really such a great cook. Too bad, I'm too lazy to cooked every day. Well, Nanny Mira is not a bad cook either so it's not really a loss for me.

Swallow me up. "Thank you" I speak low in embarrassment. "At your orders. Two cheesecakes and two cappuccinos. Would you like me to bring you the check now or when you're done?" "Later. Thank you, young man..." "Rie," he says, "my name is Rie. It's a pleasure." Rie... it sounds familiar, where have I heard it? "I'm Marie" he holds out his hand to the boy and I finally remember, it's the stranger from the cell phone, "and this is..."

He was just as pale as Deverell himself. To his right, draped in sapphire and shadow, was Isolde Vexmoor. Her hair, black as crow feathers, was pinned in an old style no one dared wear anymore. Her lips were dark, her eyes darker. She said nothing as he entered, but the look she gave him made his fangs itch. While three others occupied the remaining seats: Lady Marcella, a woman draped in deep blue, her fingers adorned with rings that hummed with unseen power.

I raised a hand and wiped the tears off my face. … [In the Next Life — January 1, 2024, 12:00 AM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Three] William turned to the window. "Happy New Year." "Thanks." "Aren't you going to wish me something too?" I looked up. "You want a blessing from someone who's about to die?" His hand rested gently on my thin, dry one. "Please." I looked at the golden fireworks outside, as if I were bathing in hope. I smiled. "I hope you live a long life."

She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands. … Mom followed my wish and didn't take her own life. She faced no legal consequences because she had lost her sanity. For countless days and nights, she sat on a cramped bed in the psychiatric ward, staring blankly out the window. She kept singing something unconsciously, her voice faint and soft. Only by leaning in very close could one hear that she was singing a well-known lullaby. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

Safe. He looked at me for one more second — and something shifted. Not much. Barely enough to register. But I was trained to read men, had been trained since childhood, and I recognized the particular quality of attention that meant a person had moved from categorizing to noting. A subtle sharpening. The smile staying exactly where it was while his eyes went somewhere more specific behind it. "What's your skill?" "Household administration. Geomun'go." "Geomun'go." He tilted his head slightly. The smile stayed. "Play in the east garden tonight, if you have time."

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

Namio Rankle's mouth broke into a mysterious smile, "You're always in a hurry, Hana," As soon as Hana put her foot down to stand across from Namio Rankle, a foul-smelling hand grabbed her leg from underneath. Hana felt a hot heat rubbing against her skin, the sizzling sound of flesh and smell in the air. Namio Rankle rubbed his hands together and said, "Honestly, I like you very much. But if I let you survive, my future is always in danger. So you must die today,"

“Christian put me down this is not going slow.” He quickly sets me down and takes a step back, his hand running through his hair. “Sorry about that. We should get back so you can get ready for our date tonight.” He grasps my hand and starts rushing us back to the packhouse and I can’t help but laugh and shake my head. He is really going to struggle with this slow thing I think to myself.

I didn't want them to end up like I had in my previous life and how Lila had ended up in this life. Instead, I wanted them to be like cacti that possessed tenacious vitality.