Romans & histoires In Another Life Fan Art

I stood next to James and shook my head, but he couldn’t see it. The wind in the leaves was the only answer I could give him. “Let it go, James.” “If there’s a next life, it’d be better if we didn’t meet again.” “This one was too hard, too bitter.” I was talking to myself. If there really is another life, I’d rather be the wind around you, or a cloud, just there quietly. That would be enough.

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

the short-haired female called when she notices that her friend was staring at the thin air again spacing out again, she slightly waves her hand in front of the blonde female. “Oh, sorry what was that again?” After being startled by what her friend did, the female blonde said “Well, I'm just hoping that our company will offer us with an outing similar to the one we had last summer.” She paused to put down the paper she was arranging on her desk and then looked at her friend before continuing. "Anyway, are you all right? I mean, it's extremely unusual to see you, Valerie Farrell, the highly dedicated employee of Kiwi Incorporation, set aside a lot of time or should I say ‘spacing out."

"That's enough! Josie is already pitiful as she is." "It's not like she's going to die. How is she pitiful?" Jordan's expression grew darker. "How could you be so vile? Of course she's not going to die. On the contrary, she's going to live a long life." "That's great."Suddenly, I gazed at him curiously. "What if I died?" His eyes widened. He stared at me in disbelief, because blood had begun to pour out of my nose.

"But honestly, it just feels wrong. Can I throw it away?" The ring had been our symbol of commitment years ago, but now, looking at it, I felt nothing. I opened the window, took the ring in my hand, and tossed it out without a second thought. Then I lay down on the bed beside Douglas, exhausted. We left Fellaton and headed to Ameesia. I shared the photos from all the countries I'd visited over the years with my mother, hoping that in some way, in that other world, she could feel the joy we shared.

"No. You're my fated mate, chosen by the Moon Goddess. I'll stay with you. I won't leave you." My chest tightened as if seized by an unrelenting force that tore it apart from within. I didn't even notice when the call ended. I clutched my phone as tears streamed silently down my face. I curled into a ball, and my wolf roared in agony inside me. The silver nitrate gnawed at its life. Before long, my consciousness grew hazy. "Mrs. Parker! Mrs. Parker!" Daisy's cries echoed from afar. "Don't fall asleep! Please… save her! She's dying!"

"Beatrice, does that mean you've forgiven me?" I remained silent for a moment. "It's not forgiveness. It's just… never mind." Hatred was an emotion that was far stronger than love. I no longer wanted to waste my energy on hating her. From now on, we would be nothing more than strangers who knew each other too well. As soon as I finished speaking, my soul began to dissolve, scattering into shimmering specks of light that vanished into the air. Mom lunged forward to catch the fading light, but when she carefully opened her hand, the last glows slipped through her fingers. She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands.

SERIES SO YEA. I'LL SEE YOU ALL IN ANOTHER ONE OF MY WORKS UNTIL THEN GOODBYE AND THANK YOU! <3

As her brush glided across the surface, she felt a surge of pride, knowing that her artwork would forever bear her mark—a symbol of the time, effort, and love she had poured into its creation. Stepping back to admire her work one last time, Ayana felt a smile spread across her face. The portrait of Adam stood before her, a testament to their friendship and the profound impact he had had on her life. It was more than just a painting—it was a reflection of the bond they shared, a celebration of the beauty and depth of their connection.

I'm still silent and do not respond, I'm not afraid because there is a barrier that can not be penetrated by him. "With a modern city like that, they must really be from another world too," said Anita, who didn't care about Wull's behavior towards me. "Hahaha but their taste in men is very bad, how could a geeky and stupid guy like this be chosen by them. Surely they haven't been tainted by it, ahh I'll enjoy them until they are addicted to me." Ikta was still pointing the gun at me and his other hand was on his cheek biting his middle fingernail and smiling. I really have reached the limit of patience, not because of humiliating me, but because I want to touch those girls. I closed my eyes