All My Knotted Up Life Novels & Stories

I'm an introvert, I would be perfectly happy doing introverted things if only I wasn't desperate for the money she has. I got up from bed reluctantly and went to the bathroom to take my bath. I'm sure I'd mentioned this before but I am impossibly poor. My entire family share a small bathroom located at the end of the house. I wanted to open the door to the bathroom and it was locked. I knocked in the door telling whoever was in there that I needed to get ready for school since I was running late. There was no response from the other side. I already woke up irked and I didn't need a member of my family adding to my frustrations.

Nonetheless, it didn't last long, and she didn't look back as she strode off. As agony overwhelmed me, I recalled the first time I played the piano for her. At the time, she had leaned against the piano while gazing at me. Reaching out to take my hand, she had uttered oh-so-gently, "Sebby, I really love you like this." Ten years ago, I stepped into the depths of hell because of my decision to save her. Ten years later, she cut the last link tying me to her with her own hands. … At three in the morning, I was crumpled on the floor of the abandoned warehouse, my fingers bent and twisted into horrifying angles, when several of my men came rushing in with medical equipment.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

And the antidote—how had it materialized with such speed, as if orchestrated? Rising unsteadily, I began to pace the cramped confines, a caged animal. My fingers, trembling slightly, combed through my disheveled hair, snagging on a stubborn knot. Just like my life now, I mused grimly, a tangled mess, and I’ve only just been thrust back into existence.

to that marriage proposal she wasn’t supposed to answer in the first place. After the exhausting event related to work, Raña hardheadedly went to a chaotic bar to party and here I am guarding her from creeps and such. She’s with Jana, my cousin, dancing on the dancefloor. I sat on a metal single high chair near the bar and ordered a scotch. I guess I need this to calm myself from what I witnessed earlier at the shore. “Hi, I’m Alora,” she said, smiling and offering her hand. Damn it… I looked away.