Everything But Your Life Webtoon Novels & Stories

"Who's calling you right when the movie gets to the exciting part? How annoying." After hearing Lucy's voice, Angela laughed. "You're watching a movie with Lucy, huh? Didn't you say she's been feeling so depressed that she's on the verge of taking her own life?" Riled up, Carl retorted, "I brought Lucy out to cheer her up! How is she supposed to move on from Keith's death if she stays at home all day long?" What a seemingly justifiable explanation that was, but it was just as absurd as his intention of having a child with Lucy.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

He'd slip into one of these diatribes and back to cognizance on an almost daily basis. It took me a minute to realize he was doing it purposely. He wanted his only grandson to know the truth, and I guess to make the choice of whether to stay in the life or go the other way. Uncle Garrett and his wife are child-free, not by choice; my aunt can't have kids. They claim not to mind and treat my sisters, and I like their own, which I guess is good enough for them.

She did not cry because she realized she had no more tears left. After being discharged, the first thing she did was visit Mattia. The child was so thin that he was nothing but skin and bones. His face was a sickly yellow. When he saw her, he tried his best to smile. "Mamma... I'm doing well. It doesn't hurt." Serena held him, feeling like her heart was being wrung out. She asked the doctor how much time he had left. The doctor said, "If we can't find a suitable bone marrow match, a month at most."

We had seamlessly transitioned from heavy, soul-baring trauma to quick-fire twenty questions, and finally landed on just talking absolute, comfortable rubbish. I was genuinely amazed by how much we had in common. Our views on parenting, our favourite sports teams, how many kids we vaguely wanted in the distant future... it was uncanny. I found myself feeling incredibly relaxed, as if I had known her intimately for years, rather than just having met her face-to-face that very morning amidst the chaos of a soft play centre. "So I told her, 'I'm so sorry, Madam, but Masemann Publishing is absolutely not going to publish your three-hundred-page book of charcoal phallus drawings!'" Tiana laughed,

''When my parents found out that one of our biggest partners betrayed them and stole almost all of their money, they lost their minds. They tried to save everything they could, but it was too late. Most of our money was already stolen, but they managed to save the remaining part. They took me out of the private school I was in and sent me to live with my aunt. They enrolled me in the public school where I am now until they could find a way to pay off all the debts they owed to their partners. They worked hard to find a way out of this situation. After a couple of months of living with my aunt, Kai, and the kids, I started to feel comfortable with them. My parents found a way to keep the comp

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

I don't want to hear you badmouthing her again, it is enough. Lizzy began to cry, "I know you can't see her faults because she is your cousin but have you thought about me? Yes, you survived the electric shock but have you considered what would have happened to me if you didn't? You know how much I love you, you know you mean the world to me yet you fail to cherish your life.

Flynn had been full of drive since establishing InfiDim until now. No matter how challenging the situation, he had still forged ahead with determination. Call it youthful arrogance or the desire to prove himself—either way, he wouldn't give up that easily! But now, a technical roadblock was staring him right in the face. He had no money or talent; all he had was Phoebe, who was just making an even bigger mess. Flynn felt like his life had gone to shit.

Someone snapped a picture of me, filthy and rummaging through a dumpster for plastic bottles, and posted it online. It quickly went viral, sparking a storm of comments. “The prettiest dumpster diver.” “Hey, quiet little one, the netizens seem to be really interested in you.” I took small bites of a bagel, listening quietly as Marcus Dale read the comments aloud. He pushed his hair back and continued reading from his phone. “Isn’t she Lindsey Thomson, the eldest daughter of the Thomson family?”