Novel & Cerita All My Knotted Up Life

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

"Just like life, Ro. None of it stays straight, life is meant to intertwine and weave. Our lives are one braid in a head of hair that makes up our whole story. Each of us is one strand, who do you want to be grouped with? It doesn't mean you're expected to spend your whole life being known as that curl too stubborn to straighten. It just means sometimes it takes a little prodding and that spray shit you girls like to use on your hair." I shake my head. "Your analogy is insane, but believe it or not, I get what you're saying." I've tried to make my life as separate from everything else as possible. No weaving, no getting so close to someone it would hurt when they left. When I lost my daughte

Today is my birthday. And instead of feeling fulfilled, celebrated, or at peace, the first thing I notice when I wake up is that tight knot in my throat, like someone is tugging on an invisible thread tangled inside me. It’s happened my whole life. No matter how much I try to make the day feel special, to make it look different, there’s always a corner of me that feels alone.

They are my return to the control I prize, the control I pretend to prize above all else, above all else, above all else. I tighten the knot at my waist, the thread of my life pulling together, the seams of my life binding as I put on the mask that is both my prison and my protection, my prison and my protection, my prison and my protection. I draw the loose ends in, not too tight, not too loose, a perfect knot, a perfect life. But it gets harder to tie, harder to hold, harder to keep. I put on the mask and pretend I am still the woman who wears it.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

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They knew that reminding me of isabella could bring back painful memories. I staggered toward my drawer, fumbling for my medication. My fingers scraped against the drawers. Nothing. It was gone. A cold panic crawled up my spine. My breath hitched. I pounded on the door, my fists slamming against the wood. "Let me out!" My voice cracked, with desperation. "Please!" Silence. The walls pressed in around me. My vision blurred. My throat closed. I gasped for air, clawing at my chest. The floor tilted.

I tried to call over the airpod in a hurry but he wasn't answering, my eyes searched swiftly for him and he was really busy fighting off two guys alone. I turned to look back at the Brett guy, I kicked him hard with this thick boot so he was still passed out on the floor. I turned back to the ticking bomb the timer on it had just twenty seconds more. God!!, Cutting the wrong wire can be a lot worse. I had suddenly forgotten the order in which Aunt Katie asked me to cut with. Which wire do I cut first, the red the blue, or the yellow? I brought out the small pocket knife I brought along with me.

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

My breath was getting heavy and my body was aching, and yet the light was still out of my reach, "Why do you keep moving?!" I shouted at the light and noticed it had stopped its movement, "You finally stopped? Why?" I asked myself before taking a step forward and watched the light move as well. "Please, I just want to go home!" I shouted as the light continued its torture game with me, "I want to go see Dime, I want to make it to graduation, I want to make it to be an author, and I want to make it in my career!" I cried as I let my body collapse onto the ground as my eyes cried rivers of tears,