Fabulous Lives Of The Killjoys Novels & Stories

When I pulled myself out of the pile of garbage, covered from head to toe in dirt and filth, I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, this very day was when everything fell apart. Jackson Miller, a poor student, had lost his chance at receiving the national scholarship. Consequently, he threatened to jump off the rooftop in despair. I rushed up there without hesitation to save him and risked my life. Instead of being grateful, he framed me as the one who had pushed him.

"Come on. We need to find Elias and break the curse on us." Mirabelle dug in her heels. "No, not unless you acknowledge this child!" "What child? Don't you dare ruin my son!" The two of them started fighting. All of a sudden, Marcus thought of something, ran to the side, and threw up. My assistant reminded me that I still had a business gathering to attend that evening. I'd had enough of this farce, so I ordered my bodyguards to kick them all out. … Later on, my best friend told me how Clara aged at lightning speed and ultimately had to rely on expensive medical equipment to stay alive.

Her body convulsed with sobs, her last defenses crumbling, torn away piece by piece. In the end, she closed her eyes, surrendering to despair. But just as the final shred of her dignity was about to be ripped away, the door exploded inward with a deafening crash.

I shoved Dad aside, pointed at them, and shouted, "I'll never go along with this! If you even think about touching Grandma, I'll jump off this building to show everyone how shameless you all are!" Dad shot me a look of disgust. "How can you say something so cruel? How can you just sit there and watch someone die? Your grandma could be doing something good. Plus, going through the regular process takes too long. If she donates willingly, it'll be done right away." I let out a bitter laugh. "Oh, sure, you're such a saint for having your mom save someone's life!" Dad raised his hand like he was about to hit me. I saw it coming, so I threw everything in my arms at him, my eyes burning with tears

said the woman with joy. The delight was already visible in his face. Jahmar laughed slightly though he was tearful. “It's a good thing I've arranged my documents last day. I've been thinking about what you told me. ” Said Jahmar. "I'm stupid because I still did it. I committed suicide for someone not worth my life." Jahmar was crying, Dark just stared at him. “What did I do? How is my family? Mama will be sad, maybe Papa will be attacked. What will happen to my niece? Who will pay for her therapy?”

She would secretly buy us snacks or give us pocket money. Usually, when my parents were busy with work, Martha would cook for us. Not long ago, she was talking about making roast chicken for me and Ivy. Yet, in a matter of days, everything changed. Ivy killed herself, and Martha jumped, too. David started drinking heavily, and Linda became strange. I felt my world spin. Everything I knew collapsed. Through my exhaustion, I couldn't stop wondering what Ivy's last words were.

This was a small private hospital Chris had built in the suburbs. He had hired several surgeons at high salaries and gave them a strict order. No matter what, they were to force me onto the operating table and make me donate my kidney to Sophia. On the way, I cried and begged them to let me go. I told them I couldn’t donate, repeating again and again that I would die. However, they only mocked me. “Stop pretending to be sick. You’ve been faking it for five years. We were seriously injured and didn’t end up like this. You’ve always been healthy. How could donating a kidney kill you?”

The words slipped softly from my mouth. Then, like a passing breeze, I disappeared. A broken cry echoed through the living room. The world was beautiful. If I get another life... I hope it has a happier ending.

(LILY POV) “Are you two wasting a resource? I don’t trust the baking skill you possess Lily. Butler Nang! Who told you to let them make mess in my kitchen!” The killjoy commences again his agitation toward us. If ever your going to asked me who is the ultimate killjoy in the surface of the world. It was Jeoff! He is! HE IS! Jeoff was the king of the killjoys! He should be declared as the world’s killjoy EVER! “Jeoff.” He might forget that he was dying human a while ago. But…

Because, yeah, if you're scummy enough to steal little girls and boys to sell across the ocean, you're not going to be too bright, and since I think they come up short on the human scale, they don't serve any purpose and shouldn't be allowed to breathe my air any longer than necessary. Mancini, in his bid to turn me into the leader of this mess, has been taking his time to show me how it should be done in a civilized world. I left that shit behind a long time ago. Ever since the night I drew and quartered some asshole in the desert. But whatever! I turned my attention back to the two exhibitionists who were showcasing their skills just in time to see some Sci-fi shit. "Is he catching arrows?