In My Next Life I Refuse To Love You 소설 & 이야기

"We grew up together, and we should have stayed together forever. It was only after seeing Megan's true colors that I realized the one I should love was you. I was blinded by desire. I deserve to die!" I remained unmoved. Eugene then broke down in tears, desperately seeking an answer from me. "Sherlyn, if there's a next life, will you forgive..." He said so much just to ask this question. I interrupted him sharply, "No, and there won't be a next life. You deserve this ending." Eugene froze, tears hanging on his face, making him look ridiculous. I began to regret it. I should have been basking in the warm sun in my garden, listening to music, and sipping some fine wine. Wasting time here and

“I just want my phone back!” I winced as the pain sliced through my body and I slowly stood up. Refusing to look him in the eye, I quickly took my phone out of his hands as he stretched it forward and I looked him in the eyes letting him know just how much I really hate him and want nothing to be around him right now. And I turned to take my leave refusing to utter any word to him. “Please take me home Tristan” I muttered refusing to show my pain in front of Asher and Claire.

It enraged me like nothing had before, her refusal to love me. I had contemplated killing him many a time but I knew it would make a martyr of him, still I had him watched at all times, waiting for the day he got over his broken heart and decided to accept his power and position but even after a thousand years still his heart yearned for her. I wondered what it would be like to truly be loved by her, would I have been a different man if she had?

How could love—this monstrous, beautiful lie—hurt so deeply? She had worshipped Iden like a god. And he had desecrated her like dirt. She whispered into the silence, “If there’s a next life... I hope I never meet him. Never fall in love. Never believe in family, or friendship. Not again.” Then she closed her eyes. And for a moment, the world was still.

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”

"You claim to hate me and wish I never existed, so why brush off the opportunity when it presented itself?" Sean was hesitant as he intently stared into her soul through her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. I hate you, stands firm. I did not 'brush off' anything. Anything meaningful, at least. So that was no opportunity. Those twats hadn't plans of executing a job well done, I hate pussies. And well, the opportunity now becomes mine and mine alone. Your life is in the palm of my hand. It's my place to do whatever I want with it, no one else's!"

But this is reality and wadding off such idea was the best for me. "So Mr Jimmy, what's the occasion all about" I asked politely. "Stop acting nice, you can't even make one" he mocked, but I didn't reply, rather I grabbed an apple and chew noisily at him. "I just love the view tonight" "Did you get a heartbreak guy? Because that's what would make you break me here" I snapped. "Stop ruining such moments, okay" he whispered. "If you want to propose to me then it's a no from me" I pressed on, this time I was peeling the back of a banana.

he murmured, his breath brushing my ear, “that my future Luna is forbidden from entering bars, nightclubs, underground casinos… or any place like this.” Even if I had read it, what would it matter? I wasn’t planning on marrying you anyway. Of course, I didn’t dare say that out loud. He leaned back and began lecturing me. “From now on, you are banned from places like this.” “As for what you did tonight—” “You will report to the Moon Temple tomorrow and reflect on your behavior.” I pressed my lips together, fighting the urge to laugh. Gabriel. Do you really think I’m still that girl from my previous life?

"It's the last time. After tomorrow, you never have to share me with him again." "Promise?" "Promise." He walks over. Stands behind me. We both look at our reflection. "We look good together," I say. "We do." "After tomorrow, this is all over. The revenge. The manipulation. The games. Just us." "Just us." I turn around. Kiss him. "I love you." "I love you too. Which is why I'm letting you do this even though every instinct I have is screaming to stop you." "Thank you." "Don't thank me. Just come home to me tomorrow night."

My husband, Gideon Hale, returned from the war with barely a breath left in him. Yet despite his condition, he insisted on going to the palace and used his military achievements to secure a royal decree. I thought he had gone to obtain a noble title for me. I was ready to berate him for his foolishness, but the contents of the decree rooted me to the spot. [By royal decree, Gideon Hale, Marquis of Northguard, and his first wife, Clara Reinhart, are permitted to share a tomb.] Clara was my dearest friend from girlhood. My ears rang. I opened my mouth to demand an explanation, but before I could utter a word, Gideon breathed his last. I stood frozen until my son suddenly snatched the decr