A Rank Boukensha No Slow Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Her voice was choked with emotion. She hadn't expected the astrologer's words to be so accurate. Charlie had been in a deep coma for several days. The doctors had already issued a critical warning, stating that he wouldn't last the week. Yet, the moment I arrived, he woke up. I allowed Susan to grip my hand, though I felt completely indifferent inside. "The astrologer was right. Your chart holds the kind of healing energy he needs to stay alive. You really do." Susan spoke incoherently, and her voice was choked with sobs. "Charlie was fated to survive because of you."

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

To my surprise, that young woman returned with a check for 10 million and a diamond ring worth billions of dollars a few months later. She introduced herself as Flora Wayne and said earnestly, "I could never have survived if it weren't for your helping hand, Hank. I'm forever grateful for that. Will you marry me?" We dated for about six months before finally tying the knot. We'd been together ever since. I kindly hired the best plastic surgeon for Richard, but he secretly spiked my drink with paraquat. I could still remember the cold look in his eyes as he watched me suffer from organ failure. I could still remember the twisted satisfaction in his eyes as I died in agony.

"We met for a reason. I sincerely hope she lives a long life." A long life, spent in the hell of atonement. My grandmother gently tapped the tip of my nose. "You little sly fox! How's it going with your love life?" I told her it was all up to her, and she raised an eyebrow. "You're smarter than your dad." I leaned against my grandmother, soaking in the warmth of a family I'd never known before. "Honestly, I'm not that smart. I just had a terrifying nightmare once." My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me.

“Tell me what you're thinking.” “I’m thinking about how much I want to bury myself deep inside you,” I confided, starting to rock my hips back and forth and coating my entire length with her wetness before lowering a bit and aiming right where I wanted to be. “But we'll take it slow, okay? I want to savor this moment to remember it my entire life, Vivienne.” Her lips parted, but no sound escaped from them. Her eyes narrowed and didn't leave mine as I started to fuck her slowly, inch by inch. Her vaginal walls parted to welcome me into her warm, wet interior until I was finally fully buried in her.

Naomi added. “You don't love this poor old woman do you?” Bianca replied,looking hurt. “Mama you know I'm busy preparing to publish my new book,I can't slack off” Naomi explained. Bianca's expression didn't change rather,it turned more hurt. “Mama,smile please. Yunno what? When I'm done with publishing my book, I'll make it up to you,how about that?” “You keep saying that Cindy” bianca pouted like a kid.

A small, clear voice—hers, yet not hers—emerged from the chaos: “Breathe. Just breathe.” She obeyed, slowly, shakily. Inhale… exhale… Inhale… exhale… The voices faltered, momentarily confused by the rhythm. She clung to the small, tangible sensations: the rough carpet under her palms, the steady thump of her heartbeat, the faint hum of the radiator.

That was the survival lesson I learned in my previous life. I lowered my head respectfully and said, “Thank you for your approval, Mamma Isabella. I’ll do my best not to disappoint you.” That night, at exactly eleven o'clock, Caspian returned. The moment he pushed open the bedroom door, the sharp scent of gunpowder hit my nose, mixed faintly with the smell of blood. “Are you hurt?” I asked as I walked over, already pouring him a glass of whiskey. “No.” He took the glass and downed it in one go. “Just dealt with a few idiots who didn’t know their place.”

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