My Chan Daily Life Novels & Stories

Taylor! The staff screamed as few of the customers ran out, the rest took their phone and started calling the cops and ambulance. Taylor step out from the customer lifeless body, that was when she falls on her knees, looking at the scenes before her. She's Dead!!!! She just kill someone!! Haaaaaaa!!!

Thanks to you both, I am healed now, and my doctors will take over whatever treatment is left. I am sorry it had to end like this, but due to having family duties in addition to everything on my plate, I will not be able to continue with our relationship. I really do not have anything else to say except for a goodbye. I hope you find all the love and happiness you deserve. Sincerely, Chan. *** I reread the letter I had received a week ago after Chan’s sudden disappearance. I don’t know how many times I read it since that first time, but each time I did, it brought a fresh wave of tears to my eyes.

I replied firmly. Andrew leaned closer to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You don't have a mere idea with whom you are dealing," he whispered, his voice dripping with confidence. "100 days, or I will marry you now," he said, a smirk playing on his lips. My heart skipped a beat as I stared back at him, realizing the gravity of his challenge. Could I resist his charm for 100 days, or would I find myself falling in love against my will?

Chantria “I feel like someone is digging inside my stomach,” Chanel mumbles while lying on her bed. She heaves a sigh, trying to stop whoever it is that’s digging her stomach. It seems like she is finally herself now a little since she can talk straight and without stuttering. At least she is not that drunk compared to before. Because I swear, Carleigh will not stop nagging her for the following weeks. And she is quite the nagger. I am scanning on my news feed right now, smiling at the comments on the video I posted online. It already has thousands of likes and shares, and people are starting to pour the comment section.

“Is that what you’re saying now?” “For Christ’s sake, Rachael, yes!” I turned to her, my voice rising. “Do you know what it feels like as a woman to bathe once every two days? Or to watch your sick parents work from dawn until dusk, come rain or shine, just to put food on the table? Or to survive on nothing but vegetables for a whole month like some kind of worm? Or to see my siblings fight over a piece of underwear?” I laughed sadly as the tears flowed down my face, dragging up painful memories.

I miss her every day. Khali was the most precious person in my life. It's been eight months since she'd been gone. Every day felt like torture. There were moments when I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every night, nightmares haunted me; repeating torture over and over. It felt endless, and I couldn’t escape. But, all of a sudden, everything became tolerable. Suddenly, I learned to breathe again, to live again.

“He’ll be out within the hour. You’re welcome.” He flips his file back open like the conversation never happened. I let myself out. My body stays rigid the entire walk to the door, and the second it clicks shut behind me, my legs nearly give out beneath me. I catch the wall before I fall. ~~~ I’m watching Love Island to distract myself when my phone dings. I pick it up and see Chan’s name lighting up the screen. It pulls a smile out of me even with everything still sitting heavy in my chest from downstairs. I read her message and reply.

Chan seized the opportunity to explain. Lydia nodded understandably while Han gave a fist bump, “Yeah, I can guess. It’s hard being under someone right? To be a soldier at their beck and call?”. Chan grinned, “Yes. And training was hard”. “Then welcome to the free world. After all is done. Everyone is finally going to have their dream lives. You’d see” Jackson avowed. Chan grinned wider. He liked the sound of that. And with his new family. He could only guess how fulfilling that’d be.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

We have another roommate, but he’s not gonna be here for a couple more days. Later, back in my own room, I start to get horny. My favourite thing about living away from my parents - who i’m not out to - is that I can just go on grindr whenever I’m in the mood, get a guy over to give head to/pound me and then move on without anyone thinking anything! So, I think, fuck it - let’s have a moving in celebration. Besides, I like to go on grindr in new areas just to see the talent 😂 So I log on and take a look. There’s two faceless profiles who are insanely close, “DL” and “🍑”, I figured they’re probably in the same building… hot. But I normally don’t message faceless folks until they hmu with a