Neet Life Novels & Stories

I didn't reveal the full itinerary, only mentioning that we had a few hours of driving ahead. As we made our way to a dim sum restaurant for breakfast before setting off on our journey to the resort, I couldn't help but inquire about Neil's past birthday experiences. He shared that he hadn't celebrated with his parents and that even when friends had invited him out, he often ended up leaving early and heading home alone, causing his circle of friends to dwindle over time.

Great, the armies. "Zayne and Larissa have some kind of homework together, and the other thing that deals with resurrecting the dead from their grave," Neo said, indirectly mocking Risa. "Too bad he can't resurrect your lost Nutella jar," like I said, always prepared. "Seriously," Neo cussed under his breath, "why the hell did mom tell you that?!" "Because I'm the better child and you are the black sheep," "So says the girl who wears failure as a second skin,"

Neel requests. While Ishita goes to take a shower, Neel feels guilty about not saying anything to her and pretending like everything is normal. He feels guilty about having doubts. He doesn't really want to have any second thoughts in his mind. All he wants to do is believe in her and love her. But how can he deny everything that has happened so far? He tries not to think about those things. He wants to give it one more try. He wants to talk to her and he wants to know about the secrets so that he can trust her again.

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.

"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.

"Dome is a poor city. Most of us come to Neev to earn a living. The women in Neev are very selective about the job they can render, so we are allowed to do the jobs Neev women won't do," she said, and I did not need to figure out the kind of job she was talking about.

“Susanna! To me!” My heart combusts in a series of erratic beats when I catch sight of a sole figure running along the clear field. A sob breaks from me as Zefiro races for me, yelling my name. He’s fast, but he’s too far. He’ll never reach me in time-- Fuck that. I’m not going to die like some deer being chased for sport. I’ll die when I’m fucking old, with a damn cat curled around my legs, watching a telenovela, only because I’m never getting married again. Or maybe I will. Maybe I’ll have kids. Or not. Who cares? I’ll fucking live, because there’s no way I’ll suffer every moment of my life, never to know a moment’s peace.

After leaving the study, I saw Violet Sterling. She sat among the crowd in an elegant long gown, but her gaze kept drifting toward the door. When her best friend, Kayla Whitmore, spotted me, she quickly nudged her arm. "Your lapdog—oh, I mean your devoted admirer is here." "Why are you here? What do you want?" Violet glanced at me with clear disappointment in her voice. In my previous life, I would've immediately rushed to her side to comfort her. But the image of that truck charging straight toward me was still burned into my mind, so I replied coldly, "It's my birthday banquet. Why wouldn't I be here?"

I really just don't care. I am what I am and I don't believe in what other people say. I just don't want trouble at school. All these years, I have gone unnoticed and with Aubrey by my side, no one dares call me a nerd again like they used to do before Aubrey told them to fuck off.

"Mom, Dad, I'm going to study at Northern Werewolf University." Everyone stared at me in shock. Dad slammed his cutlery down. "Northern Werewolf University? What for? The Northern Territory is basically wilderness. Going there is no different from living like a rogue again!" Tatiana put on her usual mask of concern. "Sheila, did your scores fall short? The Northern Territory is tough. I know you got used to hard life, but why put yourself through that?" I looked at her calmly. I didn't rise to her bait anymore.