Lazy Life Novels & Stories

But it wasn't empty. I saw thousands of tiny, orange sparks flickering in the ruins of the shanty towns. Fires. "They’re waking up," Sarah said, not looking back. "Five billion 'Assets' just realized their 'Life-Licenses' are expired. They have no food, no clean water, and no 'Insurance'. They’re terrified." "We saved them," I said, though my voice lacked conviction.

She walked to me "We're the 7 Gold Lifes Olivia , our lifes is far from ordinary. Just like you but in a different way" 7 Gold Lifes?

I said to him, making sure he understood what I was saying. “Now, does anyone else have anything they want to say?” I asked and the men mumbled. “My wise King, I would like to ask what happened between you and Lucia, your mistress and one of the revered members of the kingdom. There have been rumors that she was thrown in jail over a disagreement with you, my king. I do not question your rulership, your highness” Elder Jenkins said, he had been a wolf from a pack that became extinct due to an infection that had broken out.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

She gripped the door handle and thrust her ass out at me, wiggling it at me enticingly. “You really have lost your mind, you know that?” “Do you know what your problem is? You don’t know how to live.” Liz said. “Yeah, because some crazy bitch bit me and made me a vampire.” I shot back. “That might be true, but I gave you a gift. A gift that you have fucking wasted on that silly girl and this silly club. We’re supposed to have fun. When was the last time you had fun? When was the last time you hunted? When was the last time you fucked all day and all night and then fed and then fucked some more? Are you even alive? Have you ever been alive?” Liz taunted.

I had no doubt Joshaya would be in slow-motion pursuit, but there was no sign of him. As a running away power, my ability was pretty good, with one ever so small problem. I could get away, but my body was still where I left it. I had to go back. I always had to go back. The main hall was full of the undead, hanging out. It wasn’t much of a life, being dead. There didn’t seem to be much to do. The point of life was to have kids, raise them to the point they could have kids, and so on. People think they have important things to do, make their mark and whatnot, it’s all irrelevant. Reproduction has always been the only reason for human existence. It’s a terrible system, the most grindy game eve

"Sometimes, my memory loss confuses me. I don't know where I came from, where I'm supposed to go, or what I once wanted. But over time, I've learned to live with it. And honestly, the memories I have now? They're enough." Pausing for a moment, she added, "As for the ageless syndrome… other than the unbearable, body-wracking pain that sometimes makes me wish I were dead— "The rest of the time, it's actually not so bad. Once the pain passes, it feels like my body reawakens, like I've been reborn. I feel lighter, freer." Lauren frowned in sympathy. "Even so, I still don't like the idea of you suffering." Shiloh shook her head. "I don't feel like I'm suffering. I have money now, I live in a big

Ruby answers pointing towards the small river just a few more walks from where they are. "And I can't really go out of the country because I was cursed by my evil ex-boyfriend to be bound into this land so that I won't leave him. But in the end he was the one that bailed on me which is super ironic and now I'm trap here forever until the end of time because he was also generous to bless me with immortality, which sucks because I've tried suicide for the thousandth time to no avail. But don't worry I stopped killing myself after the first hundred years because I found a reason to live. I don't want to die a prisoner so I will live till the day that I am free and see the world before I die."

Blood was everywhere—thick, metallic. His dead eyes flickered. "Do you remember... in our last life..." He coughed blood, voice torn to shreds. "You bonded to me... under the Moon Goddess statue... said it'd be forever... said you'd plant Moonpetals in the yard..." His fingers clawed at the mud like he was digging up ghosts. "You had a pup... she had your eyes... chased fireflies in the yard..." I let him talk. Then I laughed—cold and sharp. "Keep repeating it. Maybe one day you'll believe it. But guess what? I came back too."

"You've already done so much. I don't know how I could ever repay you." ​"We aren't asking for repayment, Luke. On this island, money doesn't make much sense. We live off the fish we catch, the fruit from our trees, and the rice from our farms. We seriously don't care about money," I said. ​He seemed to let the argument go. Everything I said was the truth—we were far from the city, living a life that was simple, peaceful, and happy. We had the best neighbors anyone could ask for. ​"Then this place is paradise," Luke said, a genuine smile breaking across his face.