Novel & Cerita All But My Life

] [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.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

She looked at the face that was almost identical to Caspian's, her heart splintering once more. A faint, mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips. "I thought you'd already seen all of it." Forrest froze for a moment, then smoothly changed the subject. "Why are your eyes so swollen? Are you still upset about the videos? I don't know who leaked them, but don't worry. I've already sent wolves to deal with it. It'll be taken care of soon. "As for not being able to become Luna, you don't need to dwell on that. Even if you can't be Luna, being a mistress works just fine. What matters most is that we're together, right?"

I frown at both of them, not getting it, but Blythe takes a step forward, turning my attention back to the problem at hand. “My Lady,” Blythe says, dipping into a deep bow before the Goddess of Life. I scowl a bit, starting to feel foolish, because if even our pet squirrel knew to bow when he met Life then I really did miss something. “I am very honored to be in your presence.” “This one is polite,” Life says, pointing to Blythe and turning her head to frown at me. “Can’t you be more like him?” “No,” I snap, narrowing my eyes at my ex. “Don’t fall for it. He plays nice real pretty until you find out it’s all in pursuit of a book deal.”

"I guess even fate couldn't take it anymore. It just so happened that the syringe used on Carl was previously used by a patient with AIDS. He got stabbed in the neck. By the time the test results came back, it was too late to prevent transmission by taking medication. "He's gone mad now, and those greedy parents of his also spend all their time bemoaning everything." Briefly dazed, Angela replied, "None of this has anything to do with me now. I don't hate them. It's not because I've forgiven them, but because I have my own life to live now." It had only been a little over a year, but when she recalled the past sacrifices she'd made for Carl, it felt as if everything had occurred in a previou

Dear, to whoever see's this. My life is a shit show. I am 29, years old nearly 30, and I have never had a decent person besides my sister in my corner and to top it all of I have a condition which allows me to remember every shit thing that has ever happened in my life, if I'm going to put it in a nutshell. Starting with 19, nearly 20 years ago when my parents decided it was time to up and leave and not with me or my older sister. So here is my life, here is the one thing you'll probably get a giggle out off because I sure as hell I. I laugh at my own boring life. Did you know...I have never left Houston, Texas...Nope...never. So my friends...kick back, get your pop corn at the ready, maybe

A week later, Rosalie and Ethan got married as planned. Leo received a call. Soon, a couple came to him with a box. When I saw the familiar packaging, my heart jolted. As Leo opened the box, I was all the more sure that the box was the one I delivered to my only friend, Yana Lisbon. She was the only one I'd told about my illness and how little time I had left to live. Back then, she wanted to visit me, but I declined. It would trouble her to come as she was studying abroad.

She stormed over and slapped me hard across the face. “Do you not understand? This surgery is happening, whether you like it or not! Let’s not waste our breath. Watch her carefully. She’s not to leave this place before the operation.” Paxton didn’t argue. His eyes were now filled with disappointment. The three of them left, locking me inside Paxton’s apartment. They even stationed guards at the door. I curled up on the cold floor, my cheek still burning from the slap. We were both their daughters. Yet, one was pampered and sheltered, given everything she ever wanted, while the other was discarded like trash, left to fend for herself.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

POV: Mia I never imagined that my last day there would bring the worst moment of my life. That afternoon, I was feeling drained and decided to take a nap. All of a sudden, I started having trouble breathing. Someone had left my bedroom window wide open. A gust of wind carried in a storm of pollen. My breathing grew more labored by the second. I slipped off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, but my survival instinct pushed me to crawl toward the nightstand where I kept my allergy meds.