All My Knotted Up Life の小説・ストーリー

The were kneeling on the ground. "Rise".All of them rise together. I felt like I was a hanging meat.The entire weight of my body was pulling me down.There was no base where I could support my weight.When I looked up the ugly red bule marks on my hands glaring at me.I gripped the zipper knot that held my hands together and tried to pull my hands out of it.Wrong move.It knot only got tightened.Sweat was tickling down my back .I was a complete mess.Dirt was covering my body while my heart was feeling like it was going to bust out of my chest.Knox must have planned something big if he has gathered such a large population to humiliate me in front of them.

When I got home, I pulled out my suitcase and started packing. There really wasn't much that was truly mine, only a few outfits, some everyday medications, a photo album, and a handful of little things Brandon had casually given me over the years. I folded my clothes into the suitcase, then walked over to the fireplace and tossed some of the old gifts in. They were things like dried moonflowers, a dusty scarf, and a hair clip I'd never wear again. The flames caught them and quickly turned them black.

“That’s because I’ve been reborn, too. You and Cassie killed me in the previous life, and this time, you’re both paying for it.” “What? So it was all you? I’m going to kill you!” Cole screamed hysterically through the prison bars, but it was useless. Not long after I left, he broke down and smashed his head against the wall, ending his own life. With his death, my nightmare from the previous life finally came to an end. From that point on, every day was a new beginning. [The End]

"Look at you. Half flayed and already booking me in." The joke doesn't quite make it to the end of the sentence in one piece. "We're all alive. Say it back to me." "We're all alive." "Again in an hour." If it’s still true then. No need to tack that on, we both know. We sit there, his heartbeat on my ribs, Reena's in my ears, the pack breathing all around us in the dark. Her heart trips again and I stop breathing. Then it catches and carries on.

This could not be fake. Panicked, she fished her phone out and dialed my number again and again with trembling fingers. "Pick it up… Come on, pick up!" She paced back and forth in the living room, but every call ended with the same monotonous automated message. A scenario worse than the worst one she could think of surfaced in her mind. She sank onto the sofa and stared at the divorce papers. They were all creased and nearly crumpled up, as if someone had tried to struggle and tear them up.

"Stay away from your sister. I already married you here. What more do you want?" I lay on the cold, filthy floor for half an hour before I finally managed to crawl back to my feet. The moment I stood up, nausea surged through me. I stumbled into the bathroom and retched until my vision blurred. Only then did I finally understand what kind of people I had spent all these years loving. Letting out a bitter, self-mocking laugh, I went back to my room, grabbed the little cash I still had left and my phone, and rushed out the door.

I would've done everything to save him. Now? I felt nothing. Like I was watching someone else's life play out. Maybe he saw it on my face, because he didn't stop. He rolled up his sleeve. Ugly scars ran along his arm. I recognized them instantly. They spelled my name—[Yara.] "I admit I failed you," he said, voice cracking. "But after you left, I was hurting too. That empty house—every night—I couldn't stop thinking about you. Every time I missed you, I carved your name into my arm.

I just needed to see it again one more time to confirm if I'd finally ran mad. A soft knock came at the door. "Come in," I said, keeping my voice level. The door pushed open, and Reina stepped inside. She had taken off the oversized sweater from breakfast. Now she wore a fitted rib-knit top that hugged every curve of her waist, paired with slim jeans. Her dark hair was freshly brushed, tumbling over her shoulders, and her lips had a soft sheen to them. She wasn't looking at me directly. She kept her eyes fixed on the floor, biting her bottom lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other in a way that pulled her top tight against her chest. It was as clear as day that she thought we wer

There was a giant ball of knot that gathered the strands to one side. I tried running my fingers through my hair but immediately regretted it when my fingers ended up getting trapped within. I tried to carefully pull the strands free, but it was no use. I managed to untangle some of it until my fingers cramped and my shoulders ached. I grabbed the sink and leaned on it, closing my eyes to breathe through the frustration. The hair alone didn't frustrate me. My entire life did. The current situation I was being forced to live in felt much like the tangled hair on my head, all knotted up and painfully impossible to unsnarl from the web that has it tied around.

“What’s wrong, baby?” A beat of silence. I could picture Arlo’s face—those wide eyes, the flush of heat he tried so desperately to hide. The club noise faded into nothing. “I’m all alone,” Arlo whispered. “The heat… it’s starting again. I thought I could handle it this time, but the apartment feels too big and everything hurts. Come home. Please.”