Neet Life Novels & Stories

I don't know how old I really am, I just learned how to talk, but I know that I was raised in a cage, the ones who took care of me were humans, not nice ones, they don't like me, they told me so, they forget to feed me, they don't change me enough, and I feel sick more days, I spend most of my days sleeping due to the medication they give me to keep me asleep. I haven't introduced myself yet, I'm Neve, I'm a kitten, a Neko, I'm half kitten half-human, I have a human body just add to it cat ears and tail and me being more prone to act like the kitten I am. My hair is long and brown, it always hurt when they brush it for me, but they said that having long hair would get them more money, I have

"But you're going to lose this time. Nancy's already eight. She has a say about who she wants to live with." Nancy hid behind Vivian, and the way she looked at me was distant and cold. She didn't even hesitate when she said, "I want to live with Mom and Jason." I suddenly thought of the video Jason Reed had sent me the night before. Apparently, they celebrated New Year's Day early and already had dinner together. With how happy they looked, they were like a real family of three. At the table, Nancy had frowned and said, "This is all Dad's fault! He makes us celebrate New Year's Day early every year."

Nature, nurture, life, light! I wish I could redefine life by an altogether different angle extension. There is hope, somewhere kept near to me. I need to struggle, but there is so much more around me to find it. My laptop, for instance, my drawing sheet, is waiting for me. I am indulged in basic information collection about life to understand what's opposite of death. What it's like stepping in death? I have never fully known.

Thoughts I've been having since my childhood start clouding my head. Will anyone cry if I die? I don't know and I don't wanna know when deep down I know the answer. It's true that Henna and Anthony adopted me, they gave me everything I ever needed, they gave me things I never knew I needed, and they treat me just like they treat their son ever since but I know it's out of sympathy, not love. I'm not afraid to die but I'm afraid to live with a constant fear of what will happen when I will take my last breath.

It was a moment of innocence and courage, a glimpse into the compassionate soul that resided within him. As I stood there, an observer of their playful interactions, I felt a connection with Neio that transcended the ties of family. It was a bond born not out of obligation, but out of a genuine admiration for his spirit. Neio's kindness, humility, and potential shone brightly, and now, with his heart on the mend, a world of possibilities awaited him.

I even called out Lily’s name. But no matter how much I screamed, my voice eventually gave out. No one came to help me. I thought about giving up. My life was already ruined, and everyone hated me. So what was the point of staying alive? I hugged my tattered bag to my chest, the notebook inside pressing painfully against me. I traced the words on the cover. Those were the words I had written when I felt like I could not go on in prison. A cellmate had told me to write them down. “Stay alive! Emily York wants to stay alive!”

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Neo asked, aghast. I shook my head. “Don’t teach the girl such things. She just started to get healthier. If you feed her those poisonous things…” Ed threatened. Neo laughed before jumping onto his feet. “I will bring you some fruit juice so that the two of us don’t get scolded,” he said calmly before leaving. “Are you ready for the annual games?” Ed asked as I stared off after Neo, absentmindedly. “Games?” I asked. Anything physical against wolves was not part of my forte. And these people would be scared of being hurt by me. I didn’t want that.

Instead, he went full public with Molly—traveling, showing off, livestreaming their so-called "love." Felt like I was watching two totally separate plotlines from a cheesy drama. While they were toasting new deals and having candlelit dinners, I was in the lab, debugging robotics software. While they shopped and ate at influencer hotspots, I was knee-deep in wires, trying to fix a bot that wouldn't stop glitching. While they partied and got drunk, posting their "relationship goals" online and soaking up the likes, I hit a breakthrough—a whole new approach.

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. THE END