Novel & Cerita Little Life

She had spent her whole life, only to end up with nothing in her hands. … Mom followed my wish and didn't take her own life. She faced no legal consequences because she had lost her sanity. For countless days and nights, she sat on a cramped bed in the psychiatric ward, staring blankly out the window. She kept singing something unconsciously, her voice faint and soft. Only by leaning in very close could one hear that she was singing a well-known lullaby. "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Mama's going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mocking bird don't sing, Mama's going to buy you a diamond ring."

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

After that, she stepped closer and said, "I can marry you, but only if you agree that once we're married, we live our own separate lives and don't get in each other's way. Otherwise, I'm not marrying you!" I stared at her coldly. "The one I'm marrying is Michelle Cooper." "Michelle? She can't have kids, and she looks like she's about to collapse. You seriously want to marry her?" Kara covered her mouth and let out a soft laugh. "Even if you marry Michelle, you're not gonna be satisfied. She's so weak that you'll end up sneaking around with someone else sooner or later." Right then, Oscar rushed to Kara's side, his lips shaking.

She stopped bowing her head slightly. "Sometimes we crave for money hoping that having more will give us happiness or real joy in the future, but the truth is money does not give us happiness. A simple life is the best. Money is important, but as long as we have the basic needs of life,' food, clothing, and shelter, we should be content with these things. With the basic needs of life, we will be more than happy, free from debt and have a free life," Mrs. Gladys was still surprised she was talking to a girl old enough to be her daughter. She has this kind of wisdom, and her words were soothing to her. She has realized a lot of things.

Flashback : I came back home after failing one more attempt to end this new immortal life. I have been trying to end my life for the past year but I failed in every attempt. The guilt in me that I was unable to save Rosy, that she died because she loved me and that she died whereas I survived, doesn't let me live. The couple who saved me are concerned for me. "Don't do this to yourself, Barry. Please. We can't see you like this." the lady said with tears in her eyes. "Barry, it wasn't your fault that she died. Please stop this and try to forget your past and start a new life. Please..." the man said concerned.

Soon her two little arms were raised and she wanted me to pick her up. "Hello little lady, I'm Sebastian," I said as I lifted her up and rested her on my free side. Mira grinned and looked at Rai and then at me. "You are the same," she mumbled and huffed slightly in disbelief. I glanced at Rai and he smiled proudly and looked up at me. I felt a connection to the little fellow and lifted him further up on my side with a grin on my face. I could tell that Mira wasn't affected by her brother and that only meant one thing, she was a Life. I gritted my teeth and wondered if the fates pulled a fast one to replace both Miguel and I, perhaps to take away our immortality. I didn't feel any different

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.

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.

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.

When I opened my eyes again, Grandma was sitting beside me, staring anxiously at my face. "Did it work?" she asked the medium. The medium glanced at me again. Mom's tears were dripping onto the floor. "Noah! My dear son!" she cried. "Mom? Grandma? How am I alive? Why are you guys crying?" Mom looked puzzled. "Who are you?" "I'm Noah, Noah Langston," I replied slowly, trying to act like my brother when he was younger. "It worked!" the medium exclaimed. Grandma reacted before anyone else could. Pulling me into a tight embrace, she said, "Noah—you're finally back."