Así Es La Vida Si Mga Nobela at Kwento

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

My death was sudden, and Hamilton Corporation fell into chaos as everyone scrambled for power. Only Sophia had come to see me. Standing alone before my tombstone, she stared at my photograph and whispered, "If I had known it would end this way, I never should've given you up to her so easily." When I was given a second chance at life, I changed my choice. But now, facing her, I suddenly felt uncertain about what to say. Seeing my hesitant expression, Sophia asked gently, "Is there something on your mind?" "Well, I'm curious why you agreed to this. After all, we've never really met before, have we? I was thinking that if you disagreed..."

Since then, I worked hard to be like a mature adult so that they would not have to worry about me. In the end, what they said that day was just lies to fool kids. Yet, I actually believed it. It felt so absurd now that I thought about it. After seeing how my brothers desperately wanted to get closer to me, I turned around and flew upward without the slightest hint of hesitation. "My dear brothers, I'm no longer your sister! In our next life… No! Let's not meet each other ever again!"

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

Notre vie terrestre est rien que pèlerinage. Ne devrions nous battre peu importe les vicissitudes de la vie. Certaines choses de la vie ne dépendent pas de nous. Nous sommes juste appelé à étre fort pour supporter. Que Dieu nous aide. Amen!!! ❤️ #AMOUR #IMPOSSIBLE ❤️ ✏️✏️ Auteur : Judi le Mystérieux Romantique ✏️✏️ Abonne toi sur ce lien 👇👇👇👇👇

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.]

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

Our adorable babies. I know it sounds surreal just like a beautiful dream. I don't know if you are still there or has moved on and don't even remember about certain, sharp tongued hot headed Alizey. Yeah that's me ;) But if you are still there stuck with my memories. Than I want you to forget me and move on. Death is inevitable and I can't fight it. But I can tell you this, I'm going to my Allah the one who love his human seventy times more than their mothers. Just imagine how much love I'm gonna get.

FLASHBACK ."why did you save my life, why didn't you just let me die? why? why go through the trouble of saving the life of someone already dead" Aracely cried "can't you see? I don't deserve this? everything I touch, everything I love, it burns and turns to ashes, it's reduced, broken shattered, why would you try and save a monster like me"

Annie. She stood off to the side, crying as she begged my parents and Sylvan to come back. "I don't blame Sienna anymore. Madam, Sir, Sylvan… please come back. This has nothing to do with you. It's not your fault. "Madam, didn't you say you wanted to take me in as your daughter? I've never known a mother's love…" Her words were almost identical to what she had said in my past life, pounding against my ears. Back then, it was exactly this act that cemented her image as the pitiful yet kind-hearted girl everyone adored.