Life In A Year Book Novels & Stories

♕𝑊𝐴𝑅𝑁𝐼𝑁𝐺𝑆♕ 𓆙mature content𓆙 𓆙contains abusive stuffs𓆙 𓆙murder𓆙 𓆙non-consensual / dubious consent sexual activities𓆙 Iғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴʏ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ. Iᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ғᴏʀᴄɪɴɢ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴛ� � ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴍʏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ. Don't copy my work. This is based on my imagination.

Ji Soon wishes her to live a normal life like others. After Ji Soon said Bo Ra started to worry that she was not leading her life calmly like others. Dong Jun said, “Don’t be worry about what Ji Soon said earlier. Your life is normal like us.” But she started to think what other people do in her age. She thinks others would go for a job or studying in colleges. They go on dates with their boyfriend. They hang out with their friends. They lead their life happily without worries. Their worry is about why I missed the bus, why my boyfriend didn’t pick me up, why am I getting pimple, why my teachers giving me a lot of home works.

Everything would arrive at it. Later, when the morning was full and the healer had come and gone and the lodge was doing its quiet lodge things around them, she opened the notebook. She had brought it without planning to. It had been in her bag, which had been packed for the lodge stay, and she had not thought about the notebook when she packed but it was there. She looked at the last thing she'd written. The second year is different from the first. The first year was the year of arriving. The second year is the year of being here. I think the third will be something else. I don't know what yet. That's alright.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The twenty-fifth year passed the way years passed now — in the specific texture of the ordinary, which was not nothing but was the particular dense nothing of a life being lived at full capacity in all its unremarkable dimensions. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She noted this and filed it as one of the better things. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

"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.

"Kathy, have you been starving for a week or something? You can't stop eating." She loomed over me, dripping arrogance. "How sad, scarfing down food like this. Life must've treated you terribly in the last five years." She paused, then added with a sneer, "How about coming back and playing the lapdog again? At least you'd have food and a roof over your head. We're old acquaintances, after all—consider it an act of charity." After a few more bites of steak, warmth returned to my stomach and a bit of energy with it. I looked up at her and shook my head. "No, thanks. You can save your charity for someone else."

This was a mansion, massive, elegant, and more beautiful than anything I had ever seen. I stood there staring up at it, my mouth hanging open slightly, trying to process that this was going to be my home for a whole year.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

He listens well and he can carry a conversation, unlike my initial thoughts of him being a meathead jock. “How were your finals, by the way?” My eyebrows raised as soon as I heard his question. "What?" “Nothing, just didn't thought you would be curious about that.” “FYI, I'm a dean's lister since my first year until now.” "You're joking..." "Nope. Want to see my certificates?" "We've been living for almost a year now. Why don't I know that?" I was really in awe of that revelation. "We never really had a conversation, since you moved in. Well, until now." He said and I heard almost a bitterness on his voice.

The skyline was no longer just a backdrop; it was the frame of my new life. In the mornings, sunlight streamed through my apartment windows, catching on the spines of books stacked along the walls, my book among them, my story. The bestseller label still startled me every time I saw it. A part of me still whispered that it wasn’t real, that at any moment someone would expose me, laugh at me, remind me that women like me didn’t get happy endings. But then, laughter would break that thought apart… my children’s laughter.