Bokuaka In Another Life นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I didn't have a chance to see her face because I lost my consciousness. --- THE END. SEE YOU IN BOOK 2 :')

When he heard my story, he didn't offer pity, only admiration. He said, "You're brave. You deserve a better life." When the brilliant aurora danced across the night sky, he took my hand and whispered in my ear, "Myra, let me be your light." I looked into his sincere eyes and smiled, nodding. I took a photo and posted one final update to social media. "New year, new life." That photo was the last straw that finally broke Elias. He lay on the cold bed in the dialysis room, staring at the blinding happiness on his phone screen. His body and spirit both crumbled.

Belle's perspective. The train ticket took me to a quiet seaside town, where I began a new life. There was a little bookstore in town, and I became the clerk who organized the shelves. The store was always hushed, with only two sounds breaking the silence: the rhythm of waves crashing against the seawall, and the soft rustle of pages turning. Joe's face, Ivy's words, the blinding lights of that celebration banquet–they all began to blur, as though fading into the distance.

Quetzal took out his phone, directly found the male lead in the manga, and brought it in front of Bucky: "Look, this is the manga I told you about. Do you think it's similar to the picture Alina drew for you?" Bucky lowered his head, his eyes swept over the phone in Quetzal's hand, and when he saw the face of the manga character above, he raised his eyebrows. But in just a moment, he regained his usual composure: "Not the same." After speaking, Bucky turned and walked into the house. "Hey, look again..." Before he could finish his sentence, Quetzal was hit in the nose by the wooden door. It was too much. Is Bucky still human?

Leland collapsed to the ground, his body twitching violently, struggling in the final throes of life. "H-How did you find my life-bound parasite?" Leland asked in disbelief. "Because I'm the bane of all broodmancers," Cassian replied with a faint smile. "I won't let you get away with this, punk!" Leland gritted his teeth, his expression filled with hatred. "Don't bother making any more empty threats. Since your life-bound parasite is dead, you're about to die soon. I do hope you can hold out for a little longer to see how your people end up dying too, though," Cassian said.

I tried to look over it, to read it for myself, but Death only pulled the scroll closer to himself, as he rolled it back up. "A kingdom known as Remmadon Kingdom. You wouldn't happen to know what all of this about, now would you?" he asked, and my face paled. "He's starting?" I whispered, getting up from my seat. Death must understand what I'm hinting at, because he snaps his fingers, and copies of himself surround us in a circle. He speaks in a strange language, nothing I've ever heard before, and his copies nod, disappearing into bits. "I have to go." I tell Death, and I get up, running away from there.

He plopped himself on the sofa again and then said, “When we were in Japan three months ago. You forgot already?” I didn’t forget. I didn’t want to remember it. Big difference. “I still have photos of you wearing that kimono in my phone,” he said. Both Sakura and Akira looked excited while Jess nodded her head. She said, “Isaac showed them to me. Believe me, this uke is the real deal.” Uke? Did Jess just say uke to Akira and Sakura? Suddenly I realized why they got along so well. Jess had found herself more BL fans.

"You provoked Jason on purpose! You're a murderer!" After venting her anger out, she hurried off to find Vivian and Jason barefooted. I watched them leave, then looked at my phone. The notification about the cancellation being approved and the cancellation fee being processed had just come in. My heart ached. I couldn't breathe. I felt like I was drowning. I curled up on the floor, my whole body trembling uncontrollably. In the moment before everything went dark, I couldn't help thinking that dying like this was fine too.

I pressed my jaw tight against the thing rising in my throat, and looked at the silver-leaf planting, and felt the threads burning with the specific and devastating knowledge of a woman who has always known exactly how a story ends and has never, not once, in whatever span of existence had carved the knowing into my bones, been able to stop myself from living it anyway. Jin Muyeon sat three meters away with his hands clasped and his expression carrying something he did not have a name for, and stared at my profile in the cold garden dark with the particular quality of a man who has spent his entire life winning everything he has pursued and has just understood, too late, that he pursued the