Novel & Cerita All But My Life

Life went on. ***

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

"I'll make dinner." The sound of chopping vegetables came from the kitchen while the sound of cartoons came from the living room. It was an ordinary evening with a mother and son. But this ordinary life cost Serena half her life to obtain. In the distance, someone stood downstairs, looking up at that lit window. Luca stood there and watched for a long time. He saw the laundry hanging on the balcony and the occasional shadow passing by the window. He knew that inside was the person he wanted to cherish most in this lifetime, but he could never go back in. He turned and slowly disappeared into the twilight. Some people were meant to stay only in memories. Sometimes, love would only result in r

All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to. THE END

"My child is my responsibility. I can raise him myself! In this lifetime, I only have two children—Addie and Jas. Stop dreaming!" Spotting a broom in the corner, she grabbed it without hesitation and swung it at them. "Get out! Get out of here!" "Nice one!" I cheered wildly from the side, waving my arms excitedly. "Nobody gets to break our family apart!" For some reason, my condition had been getting worse lately. I was always drowsy, and my body was becoming more transparent. I looked at the cross-stitch and tried countless times to hang it back on the wall, but the lightweight cloth felt like it was heavier than a thousand pounds.

"Mom has late stage uremia. Your kidney is a match for her. She raised you like a son, so it's time you repay her." I stared at her in disbelief. "What?" With a trembling finger, I pointed at Henry. "Why me? What about him?" She slid between me and that man, blocking him from my sight. "He can't," she said adamantly, and my heart sank. Henry peeked out from behind her and smiled. "I'm a candidate, but she wouldn't let me do it. Leslie's born with a genetic disease and is still under treatment. I need to stay healthy and watch over him. That leaves only you. You won't refuse, will you?"

Qykerth combed his fingers through Queseon’s hair as he thought of how unbelievable his life was. He first went from being in a happy household to losing his father and dying. He looked down at the red scarf that wrapped itself around Queseon and him. Holding the red scarf, he wrapped it around Queseon and said, “Queseon, this scarf shouldn’t be alive but it is. Five years ago, it came to life after I went into shock and died. Within it resides the soul of myself, my mother and the unborn child within her stomach – this scarf has no use to me so I want you to keep it with you always, it seems to like you as well.”

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

Like his brain hadn't caught up yet. The ring box slipped from his hand and hit the floor. But I knew better. He'd catch up soon enough. He always did. He should've seen this coming the second he chose Molly—and turned my life into a nightmare. This time, his theatrics didn't shake me. I left the call behind and threw myself back into research. Maybe he finally got the message, because he stopped trying to win me back. Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love."

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”