Romans & histoires In Another Life Fan Art

Anton asked, gesturing to the nearest painting, a vibrant abstract piece that Alina had created during a particularly tumultuous time. “I do,” Alina admitted, her gaze lingering on the canvas. “It’s called ‘Rebirth.’ It represents the moment I decided to reclaim my life after everything that happened.” “It’s beautiful. Just like you,” Anton said, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her heart race. Alina smiled, trying to suppress the blush creeping up her cheeks. “You really think so?” “Absolutely. You’ve put your soul into your work, and it shows,” Anton said, his voice sincere. “I can see the strength and resilience in each piece.”

🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul🎶 🎶I know that you are something special To you, I'd be always faithful I want to be what you always needed Then I hope you'll see the heart in me🎶 🎶I don't want another pretty face I don't want just anyone to hold I don't want my love to go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul You're the one I want to chase You're the one I want to hold I won't let another minute go to waste I want you and your beautiful soul Your beautiful soul, yeah🎶 -- FREY

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

His breathing hitched. “Maybe… in another life…” he said softly, his gaze drifting slightly but still trying to hold onto me. “I won’t be a Don… no enemies… no blood…” My heart shattered all over again. “We’ll be normal people,” he continued faintly. “I’ll meet you… in a quiet place… not like this…” “Stop it!” I sobbed, clutching him tighter. “I don’t want another life! I want this one! I want you in this life!”

My promise. “𝘐𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦…” My eyes snapped open.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

I can live in peace inside my Mini World but that peace is a bit too lonely' 'Ugh! It's hard to decide! Wait... I'm now in this chaotic place. Why did I still have that dream of mine from earth when I'm not living on earth anymore? This isn't earth. This is a chaotic place!.' Feng Shaotian thought, he didn't realize that the dream he currently pursued was his dream when he was still living on earth where it was peaceful.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles