How Chapter 7 Saved My Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

- End Of Chapter 78: Longed & Bad person -

Playlist for this chapter; Fading - Rihanna, The Parting Glass - Ed Sheeran. - One too many times, I thought life was all about putting on expensive clothings, fitting shoes, and having servants at my beck and call, but getting kidnapped made me realize it wasn't. Life is all about living, be you poor, ugly or sick. -From the diary of Katherine Amelia Jones. - - MY EYES LAZILY FLUTTERS open, glad to be awake from the stupid sick dream were I got kidnapped and when the moist blurriness wane, they were welcom with thick darkness and my ears kicks in extreme quietness.

He took the thyme. End of Chapter Seventy-One

Under the streetlight, I caught a glimpse of his eyes—red and tired. I smiled. "No stress. I eat well, sleep well. Of course I've filled out a bit." I used to be barely hanging on—5'7", barely 99 pounds. Back then, I was stuck taking care of him, stewing over how obvious his thing for someone else was. Lost my appetite day after day. Slipped into a mild eating disorder without even realizing. It wasn't until I came to Inglane that I started healing. Started looking—and feeling—like myself again.

A life where I can love you right from the start, with nothing to hold me back. I sighed. And I lit the letter on fire. I watched the ash drift away. Let’s hope, in the next life, I thought, you finally learn to know your own heart.

I looked at her scrooge-like face and was immediately reminded of my younger self in my past life. When I was seven years old, I had once suffered from a 104-degree fever, but Mom wanted to skimp on the 100 dollars it would have cost to bring me to a clinic so that she could save the money for lottery tickets. Instead, she forced me to eat two-day-old chicken noodle soup that had already gone bad. I'd nearly become mentally impaired after that fever and had to spend two weeks bedridden. I never wore a new piece of clothing in my teenage years either, wearing only hand-me-downs from my sister, Andrea Fletcher.

I was scared I was going to die but I didn't. I was scared I wouldn't make it out alive but I did. I am proud of myself. And moreover, I was able to protect my wife and save her. I am proud of myself. * How do you like this chapter? Please vote and comment massively. Interaction is better than pure silence.

Give me back my hard-earned eight-pack abs! END OF CHAPTER 1

" What happened Amy, why are you crying?" She picked the pictures from under the pillow and gave them to him. He was surprised, " how did you find these?". " What is my mum doing in all those pictures?" She asked, ignoring his own question. " Your mum?" He was a bit confused. " Yes, this lady is my mum and how are you related?" She asked again. Damian looked at the pictures for a while and reality suddenly dawned on him, the woman who saved his life twenty twenty years ago was Amy's mum.

All he muttered about was to find Leah and bring her back. The woman waited on the shore every single day, saying that she was waiting for someone who would never return. Under my parents' care, I recovered slowly, and I began to lead a new life that belonged to me. After experiencing two lives, I knew more about how to love and cherish my family, and to love myself properly. I believed that after saying goodbye to the wrong person in time, I would be sure to embrace the right person one day.