End Of Life Book Club นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Seamus slowly released Henley when he saw that Henley had calmed down, signaling for the other doctors to take Joanna's body away quickly. He glanced at Henley, now curled up on the floor, with sympathy. "Professor Zeal, I know this is hard, but it was Professor Noe's wish. "In fact, the day of the accident—that was the day she'd arranged for her euthanasia. "Pancreatic cancer was too hard to bear. Perhaps leaving sooner is more freeing to her. As her lover, you must understand better than us." Seamus' words pierced Henley. As Joanna's husband, he should have known better—yet what had he been doing?

He asked me, ever so randomly. I furrowed my brows in confusion, finding it hard to remember. "You said 'I'm sorry Dean, but this is how we end'." He reminded me. I looked at him, still trying to understand why he made that reference. "And as time passed, and I started to heal," he went on, "I could think about our memories without feeling so much pain and there was a particular one that always crossed my mind." I waited for him to reveal what it was. "True love stories never have endings." He said softly. "Richard Bach."

He forced a smile, but his voice was shaking. On the other end, Wade just said softly, "Annie's dead. Her body was cremated a week ago." Zach's smile froze. The mug in his hand slipped to the floor and shattered. It was the couple's mug we had made together at a pottery shop. Zach gripped his phone tightly, unable to believe it. "Stop fooling around, Doctor Smith! How can someone just die so easily? I was just holding her hand not long ago. I promised I would come back for her… She always keeps her promises. She'll wait for me to come home."

"We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?" His voice was hoarse. "Sandra, I love you…" He did. He truly did. But the pain he inflicted on me was just as real. Seven years of love and devotion had amounted to nothing. In the end, I was torn to pieces, left unrecognizable. We were never meant to be. I was tired—too exhausted to love anymore. Shaking my head, I sighed. "Gavin, let's never meet again in the next life." With that, I turned and drifted toward the afterlife, believing that happiness awaited me in the next world.

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

The End of Book Two Coming soon, Mary's brother, Dave and Lea's Story

The world around us fades into oblivion leaving just the two of us under the moonlit sky cocooned in our own happy bubble. The End ==================================================== Bonus chapters coming soon. Thanks for reading! Kellisa Kelly

Determination to live a better life. *** THE END

always remember that is not the end of life. Please add this book into your library .we are going to enjoy the most romantic story that you have ever come across. Thanks