Novel & Cerita Living Untethered

Lucy dreaded the upcoming meal, she had never hated having lunch the way she despised this one. Despite the room being full of air conditioner, Lucy has been feeling superheated, unnerved, everything chose to be wrong with her at that moment she didn't know who to lament to, after her last encounter with Brielle, she had been ramming her brain about how to evade her upcoming doom, she was tempted to call Clinton but she decided against knowing it will give him the upper hand if he finds the deep mess they are in.

I sat down on the couch of the living room while I rub my bump as I listen to the lyrics. Rachel I’m sad now and it’s too hard to listen I’ll stay quiet while you’re learning To take your time And take the weight off your stride While you learn how to live without Whipping your clouds And skipping your Christmases Your days feel so numbered when he’s in letters And I know that you love him But loving’s not enough It’s not how you planned it But life has some raw stuff I’ll stay quiet now.

That was life… Tristan and AJ had lived in the slum of the slums. They fought, killed, they did time… They suffered to be where they were in life… They earnt this life. He was not going to apologise for his success. Tristan and AJ Fortes did not bow down to any mother fucker. They did not play by any body’s rules. No higher power would ever own them. They ruled their own world. He was enjoying every minute of his life… Truth be told, Tristan enjoyed his life when he was broke just as much as he enjoyed the wealth he and his brother had accumulated. It was an adventure to get where they was at. With his brother by his side they were unstoppable.

May’s POV By the time I settled in my new apartment at the end of the week, I was so tired I wasn’t sure I could do anything more. I sat on my couch in my black leggings, black crop tank-top and white loose Supima material top. Right now, I felt like taking a shower and grabbing my computer to check my mails, but damn, I was tired. I haven’t been able to rest that much for a week now, all I could do was come back from work and continued with unpacking or buying stuff. This was the first time I was staying alone anyway, so I had a lot to buy.

Under mounting pressure, Xavier and Ethan had no choice but to book the earliest flight back to Nordura. Xavier was admitted to a hospital to recover. Though his body was in Nordura, his heart remained stuck in Elmstead, unable to move on. Day after day, he sat silently in his hospital bed, staring blankly at the blue sky and drifting clouds outside the window. Sometimes, Violet would show up with food or offer to massage his legs. However, he treated her like she was invisible, not even sparing her a word. He completely shut himself off from the outside world, escaping into daydreams where Aurora was still by his side.

Zirelle’s POV I was tossed back into my cell, deep beneath the earth, buried under the forest. They just want me to die. And honestly, I want to die too. But why haven’t I? For years, I’ve starved, shriveled, and drained into this skeleton of a being. Yet death refuses to claim me. The cycle remained the same—scraps for food, dragged out when the pack needed healing, then thrown back into this cold, dark pit.

That way, I wouldn’t have to pretend to be helpless. Unfortunately, what’s done can’t be undone as easily as hitting Ctrl+Z on a laptop. This life is real. These feelings are real too. And the man who has been crazy about me since high school is real as well. “How many rejections will it take for you to stop?” I asked, frustrated from behind the blanket. “I don’t plan on stopping.” A moment later, my blanket slipped aside and I saw his face again. It turned out he had brought a peeled slice of apple.

But today it was accompanied by something alien. Raw, unfiltered possessiveness.

I remember the sting of the cold air as I ran outside, my hands trembling, my face burning from humiliation. No one followed. I stood outside alone in the snow while inside, through the frosted window, I saw the truth of what my place had always been. Lila sat on the couch, playing her part perfectly. Elliot’s mother dabbed cream onto her elbow like she was tending a fragile doll. Elliot was holding Owen in his lap. Owen, who looked up at her like she was his world. They looked like a family. I never had a place in that picture.

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