Life Note Novels & Stories

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Serena applied to leave the pack. The wolf at the registration office stared at her in disbelief after hearing her request. Everyone knew who she was. Once, she had been the most promising researcher the pack had ever produced. Walking away now meant abandoning everything she had built. But he remembered what had happened to her recently. She had been the next Luna, and after those explicit videos leaked, she'd been demoted to an Omega and kicked out of the research institute. His expression softened, and he didn't pry.

"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.

DANI Life is strange. Life is full of surprises. Bad surprises. Just last week, Natalie was planning to throw a small barbecue party with her friends and family today. Work had been stealing all her time and she needed a break. Little did she know that she would be in a casket with her friends and family mourning her.

"Please help my friend out, Adept Mabry." "I told you that I'll lose ten years of my lifespan once I've cured Mr. Prewett Senior," Leto said with a sigh. "I'm already 68 years old this year. How many decades do I have left in me?" "Adept Mabry, I'm begging you, please!" Adam exclaimed pleadingly. "My parents had passed away when I was a kid, leaving my grandfather as my only kin in this world! As long as you can cure my grandfather, I'll give you anything you want as long as I have it!"

My name is Noelle Langston. I was named after my brother, Noah. Noah was seven years older than me. Before I was born, he fell gravely ill. My grandmother, Elizabeth Cole, said that they had taken him everywhere for treatment—first to the village doctor, then to a major hospital in the city. He was diagnosed with leukemia, and they were told that there was no cure. My parents, Irene Hudson and John Langston, didn't quite understand what leukemia meant, and could only say, "We'll find the money for his treatment."

But since he had been a baby, they had left everything they willed to him to the nanny to keep until he was old enough to inherit it. Maxwell had been a very curious and inquisitive kid growing up. One time when he was snooping around his parents' room, he had seen a vault and had opened it on first trial using his birthday as the combination code. He had just known that people used birthdays as passwords and it was usually the birthday of someone very special to them. From all his nanny had told him about his parents, he knew that he was very special to them. So, he had known that they must have used his birthday as the combination code to the vault and he had been right. Inside the vault w

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

Luna's Pov I wake up every day dreading that I'm still breathing. A few times a day I find myself thinking"How am I still alive"? This a question I never find the answer to but maybe because... I'm a useless fool... A coward... A slut... A bitch... A dumb whore... At least that's what he tells me. As an eighteen-year-old girl, I am extremely underdeveloped physically and mentally. I can tell from looking at other girls in my neighborhood they all looked healthy while I was a bag of bones.