All But My Life Novels & Stories

“Anyone else who dares defame my name in any way, shape or form, I promise you, it won't be a press conference next time. And you don't want to know what it'll be.” By the time I finished, the live stream was flocked with adoration and praises. I took the elevator back up to my office. The adrenaline that coursed my blood slowly faded and got replaced with a sense of victory. I took in the image of myself standing opposite me. My white coat had never looked much better on me. I pushed open the door to my office and was surprised to find Bradley perched on my desk. He walked briskly towards me and enveloped me in a hug.

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

Alexa I never thought my life turned out like this. Never in my life want something like this to happen. I bet no one ever wants to. All my life, I only want happiness and a happy ending which later, I can tell my grandchild that my life is like a fairytale. I guess that will never happen then. You guys might be wondering why I said this. let me tell you.

After he was done blabbing, he tried to shove the card into my hand. I quickly took a step back and said loudly, "I don't need your charity, and I don't know you." Francis' expression soured. "What's the point of pretending that you don't know me, Yvette?" I frowned at him and answered sternly, "Do we need to know each other? Also, I don't need your money. I can buy the things that I want myself. "I'm doing honest work in the countryside, so I don't feel ashamed. I don't think I dress sloppy either. We only live once. What's wrong with dressing comfortably?"

"Back then, you said I was too extreme in the act and that no one in real life would be that stupid. But I get it now. She wasn't stupid. It was just that the fire was all she had left." Blake's breathing grew heavier on the other end of the line. "What are you trying to say?" "I'm saying…" I finished the last bite of cake. "For the next ten days, I'm going to live my own life. Don't look for me, and don't bother me. Don't use my family to threaten me. If I'm still alive in ten days…" I laughed. "We can go back to playing your game." … I checked into the most expensive presidential suite in the city, swiping the supplementary card Blake had given me.

Go return this dress and give me the money instead! And so, my first love and my dignity were shattered into dust while she smugly counted the stack of money in her hand. I closed my eyes, suppressing the pain deep inside. The pounding on the door soon stopped. Then, the Wi-Fi went off. Austin cackled hysterically outside my door. "We'll see how you take the assessment without the internet! Get your ass out here right now and go make some money instead!" I chuckled coldly. I had already purchased two more massive data plans yesterday as backup. So I turned on my phone's hotspot, and the exam continued as smoothly as ever.

"Thankfully… your family here is so good." Her figure began to fade, like smoke dispersing into the air. "Forget us. And live well. "And… I'm sorry." The last words were almost inaudible. Then she vanished completely. I stood on the balcony as the night breeze drifted past, carrying the scent of flowers. Something frozen inside me—something I had carried for way too long—finally seemed to crack open beneath that warmth. From inside the house, my sister called out, "Bobby! Come have some fruit!"

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

‘This means that Zayn’s in grave danger and is most likely going to die this time. To Allana, death was not an unfamiliar concept. Two years ago, she was especially saddened when her grandmother had passed away because she was no longer able to see her anymore. The moment someone died, no matter how wealthy or powerful they were, they could not be resurrected. In this case, Allana was unable to tell what kind of feelings she had at the thought of Zayn dying at such a young age. Was it sadness, anxiety, pity, disappointment…?