A Slipping-down Life Movie Novels & Stories

They trusted me, and that was why they initially chose Allison's company. She thought that Aaron was her savior, that he would take her to the next level. Instead, he ended up dragging her into an abyss. After that, Allison came to see me several more times. She stood downstairs in front of my apartment, silently staring at my windows. Nonetheless, I never went downstairs or remove her number from my blacklist. It was over, and I wasn’t going back. I didn’t want to face the bloody memories of the past. Soon enough, Allison’s company declared bankruptcy due to a cash flow breakdown. She never understood how to win people over. Combined with her previous indifference to Aaron’s meddling in the

"Yeah, a rotten person like me… how am I worthy of asking for your forgiveness? Sierra, I'm sorry. I’m guilty. So I'm going to atone for my sins now. If there is a next life, I will definitely treat you well." All of sudden, Killian turned around and leaped off the rooftop, taking Vivienne with him. The moment he jumped, a life-flashing-before-his-eyes montage played out in front of Killian. He saw the wedding ceremony. Sierra was wearing a beautiful wedding dress. Killian was ready to embrace the most important woman for the rest of his life. He had sworn to be a good husband. But in the end, he had failed at everything. Consumed by greed and desire, he lost it all. He could only expect he

Dad and I moved out of our old home overnight. I also changed my number and found a new job as a waitress in a cafe. One afternoon, I was wiping glasses behind the counter. There weren't many customers in the cafe that day. The windchime on the door suddenly tinkled. Reflexively, I lifted my head and said, "Welcome." The glass slipped from my hands when I got a good look at the newcomers. It fell to the floor and shattered into a million pieces.

"Ah, look at you. So soft-hearted. You're gonna be making plenty of tragic documentaries in the future. Come on, come on, wipe those tears. Save them for later." Behind the camera, William let out a long sigh. He fixed the tripod in place, then turned and walked into the kitchen. Not long after, the table was full of food. They were all my favorites. I leaned against him, one hand over my stomach. "Tell me… what does it really feel like to have someone waiting for you to come home for dinner?" Before he could answer, I smiled and sipped my soup. "Never mind. I was just rambling." [In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Don't Want To Die]

Until now. The flashlight fell from Scott’s hands, hitting the floor with a dull metallic sound. It rolled away, down the stairs, each successive THWANG echoing over and over all the way to the bottom, and it was like watching an old black and white film with no sound, in slow motion: Scott, falling backwards into the room. Jesse, crying out silently, reaching for Scott’s hands, Scott’s mouth working as he fell . . . For several precious seconds Scott Kretch was airborne, and Jesse thought for a moment that maybe Scott could fly.

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.