Novel & Cerita In My Next Life I Refuse To Love You

"Vanessa and I are just friends now. Why won't you drop this, Audrey? Do you have any idea how controlling you're being? It feels suffocating to be in the same city and country as you!" I lifted my head and met his gaze. Then, I opened my phone and showed him my immigration application. "Don't worry. I'm applying for immigration to Almoria. You'll never have to see me again," I spoke clearly, making sure he understood every word. Owen stayed silent, his eyes locked on mine, his expression unreadable. I thought he'd be happy I was leaving, but there was no sign of relief on his face. A bitter grin spread across my face. He couldn't even bring himself to smile at me anymore.

Broken dishes and shattered glass litter the floor so much it looks like the aftermath of an earthquake. "You think you're going to get out of this alive?" Logan hisses, his face inches from hers. "No, Mary Lou, not both of us. One of us is not walking out of here." He leans in closer, his eyes wild and unhinged. "But I really loved you, Mary Lou." Her heart sinks further, and she feels a deep exhaustion from all the crying, from all the terror. With a mix of irritation and despair, she musters the strength to speak. "Don't confuse your obsession with love, Logan."

"The man you were ten years ago is not the man you are now. Even if some of that part of you remained, I would understand. What Valentina was suggesting is on a whole different level. It's vile and inhumane, and you would never agree to it. I know that deep in my bones. I couldn't love you if I thought you were capable of being that kind of person." He sucks in a breath and looks at me with hope. "You love me?" he asks, searching my eyes for the truth. "You already know the answer. You said it yesterday," I say, having a hard time being direct. He pulls me in close, our faces now just inches apart. "I need to hear it to really believe it. I need to hear those three words more than I've ever

There was no reply. "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I have to break my promise again. I can't marry you. Lucy is pregnant, and I can't let the child be without a father. I have to take care of Lucy and the child on Keith's behalf, so… I have no choice but to end things with you," Carl said.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

"I James Watson. The future husband of Jane Smith. Promise to be faithful, protective, and loving to Jane and her alone. If I fail on these, she is free to punish me whoever she wants." "Perfect. You have said it yourself," she said, saving the video on her phone. Each time I looked at the video, I felt like a failure. I didn't fulfill the promise I had made to her. But the punishment she was giving me was too much. Sometimes it's good to know she left me and is still alive somewhere than knowing she is dead. I can't see her, feel her, touch her. The feeling was terrible. It had been more than a year, but the vents of her death were a nightmare for me.

And the last thing is that, I love you. Oh, Ian I love you so so much. I love you just like the sun loves the morning sky. I love you so so much. And I hope in my next life, I can again get the chance to love you and only you. Yours Truly Your Irritating Twat June Weng

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.

"Killian, listen to me. We're going to complete the ritual. Let him take you as a vessel. And then... then we're going to kill you both." "No..." "It's the only way. The only way to end him forever." Tears streamed down my face. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I couldn't find another way." "Mira..." His hand found mine. "I love you. Tell... tell our child... I loved them too..." "You can tell them yourself. In whatever comes after." I kissed him, tasting salt and darkness. "I'll see you again. I promise. In the next life, in the next world, somewhere..."

It makes me really sad. [3.6 Failed at suicide. Why can't I even choose to die? Life is unbearably painful. I can't go on.] [If there's a next life...] The black ink had blurred from my tears, and the words beyond it had become unreadable. I muttered, "Even though you already know, I still want to tell you that I really love you. I love you so much that I wish for another life with you." For a moment, it felt as if Samuel were standing right beside me again—still the lively, confident young man I remembered. I couldn't look away, mesmerized, unwilling to wake from the illusion. Then, I heard his voice. "I wish for the same."