Romans & histoires Larger Than Life Novella

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The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

Her parents went for an evening walk so she was waiting on them and decided to sit in the living room to watch a movie or anything to keep her mind off things. As she scrolled through channels, she passed one that was reading the news then took it back by two channels then increased the volume to hear what was been said. “It’s also said by the now CEO of the Reliso’s company, Darken Reliso, that he plans to expand the business of his father which he just took over months ago, and that the company he bought from the ‘Crashing Bernad’s’ will be used for other businesses he had in mind in the near future,” The newscaster said and continued casting other news.

Anthony had come back to life too. He confessed, "In our previous life, I didn't marry you, it was Holly. Your parents claimed she was my savior, but I just couldn't warm up to her. That's why, when the time came to move on, I asked to be sent to the coldest, most remote outpost, hoping to get away from her. Sure enough, she couldn't stand the bleakness of the frontier and hightailed it back to Riverton in no time.

The hand continued emerging from the crack. Slowly. Patiently. Inevitably. Its golden fingers wrapped around the edges of reality itself, pulling the wound wider with terrifying ease. The Graveyard Beyond Creation trembled. The Last Tree shook violently. Entire dead universes flickered like frightened candles. Nova could only stare. The hand was enormous. Larger than galaxies. Larger than realities. Larger than imagination. And yet, the thing beyond the crack still wasn't fully visible.

What happened to the darling heroine? [The male lead transferred her out of town. She probably won't appear again.] [So the male lead lost both sides?] [Serves him right.] The new apartment was small: one bedroom, one living room, and a kitchen barely big enough for one person to turn around in. But the balcony was large. On my first day there, I set up a small side table on the balcony, laid down a rug, and put out a beanbag chair. At night, sitting there, I could see the city lights.

"Ms. Shaw, are none of your family seeing you off?" The staff member who came to pick me up glanced curiously at the villa behind me. The scoop about the legitimate and imposter daughters had become the talk of the town, and the man seemed to recognize me. He assumed the online rumors were exaggerated, but he now realized I had fallen so low. "No." Without saying anything else, I loaded my suitcase into the boot and climbed into the car. The sky erupted with breathtaking fireworks, their brilliant colors blending with drone displays. It was a mesmerizing sight, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.

"You were the one who insisted on going. You said you’d leave the good life to me. Now I’ve taken it." Mathias choked, unable to respond. He struggled to his feet and lunged at me. "It’s all you. It’s all because of you! You stole my luck! In the last life, you were the one who stayed with Dad and lived well. Why is it different this time?!" He shouted out the secret. Mom froze. "What ‘last life’? Mathias, what are you talking about?" Mathias had completely lost it. "Mom, both of us were reborn. In the last life, Dad got rich from redevelopment and became a millionaire! He must’ve stolen my luck and deliberately let me go with Dad this time. He’s trying to kill me!"