Novel & Cerita All But My Life

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

my two treasures for a lifetime, i'm ready to strike violence all over again, be the most heartless and worst person that could ever live on earth just to keep them safe. THE END

Alice thinks it was foolish to act on something that you don't even fully know about, but then again, she only knows a portion of the whole situation as well and it's also true that she doesn't remember her very first life. Clarisse couldn’t think of any other reason but the same as Alice suggested. It was still vague, but she could work on something. "I’ll try looking into this case again, but I really need a lead this time. Are you ready to give me specific information about the past lives you had? We might find any other information or clue because of it." It wasn’t the first time that Clarisse asked for it, but Alice refused to share specific information about them. For most of them, onl

Even his closest friend, Richard Bruno, had told me, "Tony's harsh words don't mean anything. He's soft on the inside. If he didn't care for you, why would he keep saving your life?" I had believed them. I had believed in him. I walked down the aisle filled with hope. But when Elma died, I finally understood the truth. He had never loved me at all. His final words—"In the next life, I never want to meet you again"—were a blade I would carry in my heart forever. Now, with this second chance, I decided to honor that wish. He had saved me enough for one lifetime. I only hoped he would live longer this time. And perhaps... I could finally see what my life could be without him in it.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

But you picked the worst option every single time. 'You have no one to blame but yourself.' I hit send and blocked her number right after that. The most painful page of my story had finally come to a close. … My phone lit up with a message from the work group chat. The new project was progressing smoothly, so the director said he wanted to treat the whole team to dinner next week. 'Got it. Thanks, boss,' I replied.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

The clock on her phone reads 5:02 a.m. Dawn is still an idea rather than a reality, the sky outside the window pale and undecided. Claire sends the message, drops her phone onto the mattress, and finally lets exhaustion pull her under. She doesn't see it. She doesn't see the quiet system notice beneath the text—message failed to deliver. Lately, life tastes flat. Nothing excites her. Nothing comforts her. And now that she's finally said the words—

Chaos erupted in the room as everyone swarmed the class leader. "Why don't we make this more interesting? Everyone should pick a random letter and read it aloud." "That's a good idea. I'll go first!" The most energetic student in their class, Thomas Dalton, squeezed through the crowd and grabbed a letter at random. The others rushed him, prompting him to tear open the envelope. He cleared his throat and unfolded the letter. "To Gabriella Candola five years from now, are you doing well? I'm sitting under the sun as I write this letter to you. Although I have no idea where you are, or what you're feeling when you read this letter, I still want to share my current thoughts with you."

] [But I never expected him to kneel before the media and smear my reputation publicly. [I demanded to know why he went back on his word.] [He only smiled and said, "If Grandpa sees you again and softens up, what if he leaves all his money to you?"] [I completely broke down.] [I felt so dumb for ever believing him.] [After the interview aired, countless people found me online. They all told me to go to hell.] [Dear Diary, do I really deserve to die?] [Why does everyone want me gone so badly?] By the time Bonnie finished reading, she was already choking with sobs.