In Another Life Book Bokuaka Novels & Stories

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing. His book was always been things about the morphers; how they live, their traditions and more. But this is the first time I came across something like this and for one thing, it is still, Priam's book. It's still early for my shift at the cafe, so I reach for my phone and type the title of the book. "The...first....born." I muttered typing every letter with my heart beating fast.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

“Never judge a book by its cover. Having a coworker like her is seriously the biggest stain on my life.” I ignored everyone’s mocking comments and simply smiled as I escorted Elijah and his group out. After everything I went through in my previous life, words like these meant nothing to me anymore.

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

Just the place where the real story started. The one that would be ordinary and extraordinary simultaneously. That would be Saturday cooking and Sunday walks and dinner tables and December snow on London rooftops and Diana’s garden in summer and Amara calling from Philadelphia with sharp questions and my mother’s pepper soup and the Emmanuel Okoye Fund doing the work it was built to do and the book that was not not being written and the child or children who would arrive in their own time and who would grow up in a home built entirely differently from the one this man had grown up in. All of it. The full, specific, unhurried, entirely chosen texture of a life.

“I–” “Oh, or am I even qualified to talk about forgiveness?” I cut in. “After you came back from studying abroad, you were never short on women. Compared to them, an ex like me isn’t worth mentioning. In your eyes, I probably don’t even count as a person; I’m just a backup you can keep around for life.” Finn denied it over and over again. “No. That’s not what I think. I just didn’t realize… that I still love you.”

I said. The table was covered in shards, each piece showing a different version of me—scared, freaked out, twisted, and uneasy. "I've got your back no matter what, Brina! And don't worry, the psychiatrist is well-known abroad and easy on the eyes, too! It's worth a try!" Eva's playful teasing made me chuckle. "Fine, I'll go!" I said. Eva's face lit up with excitement and she handed me his business card.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.