Novel & Cerita Outlive Author

I chuckled and asked, "Do we really need to worry about whether they're recyclable or not when they're all trash?" Madeline cried out of frustration. Heartbroken, Mom comforted her, "Don't worry, I'm here. Tell me what's inside your suitcases, I'll get her to compensate you." Was she actually daydreaming now? I rolled my eyes and said, "I've told you that I won't let you spend my money anymore, Madam Wellis. Did you think I was joking?" After that, I blocked all of them and went to sleep. For the past five years, I have been working myself to the bone to ensure their quality of life and made sure Fable turned out successful.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

But I knew if I softened even a little, I would be dragged back in forever. So I said no. Outside, the air felt lighter. My best friend later scolded me, saying I should have divided the property before cutting ties. But I was done arguing. Endless resentment would only make me sick. Now, every dollar I earned belonged to me. Sooner or later, I would have my own place in this city. Three months later, my cousin called again. "Guess what?" "What?" "Uncle Tim got completely cleaned out by that salon girl. Came back broke and tried to sell the house, but Brian said no. He needs that house to find another wife. They fought again. Uncle Tim had a stroke. Brian refused treatment, mortgaged the hou

Ayleen firmly shook her head. "No. Becoming a writer is my dream, and I'm not going to bury that dream so easily." Liam looked even more impressed by her confidence and determination. "For some reason," he said, "I have a feeling you're going to become a great writer someday." Ayleen froze the moment she heard those words. She was so stunned that all she could do was stare blankly at Liam as he continued speaking. Those words struck her more deeply than she could have imagined. Because Liam had said the exact same thing in her previous life.

Uri turned the pages of the ancient book; he had read carefully the books Anthea had brought. The content of the two books about vampires was similar to what he had read in school. And in particular, there is no information that the Red Leaf organization has hidden. As for the book about the creator god, there were some important information, so he wanted to ask Clement. Half a month later, Clement and Anthea arrived at the bungalow in Uri's impatience and anticipation, this time, they also brought him lots of food.

She couldn't resist the temptation and slowly opened the creaky lid. Inside the chest, she discovered a collection of journals, each filled with faded ink and delicate handwriting. The journals were filled with accounts of daring expeditions to far-off lands, encounters with mythical creatures, and tales of hidden treasures. They painted a vivid picture of Killian's past adventures, and Tiffany was captivated by the stories they held. Unable to resist, she chose one journal and began to read. As she delved deeper into the pages, Tiffany felt an inexplicable connection to the tales. The words seemed to come alive, transporting her to distant lands and igniting a longing for her own adventures

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

The rescue squad even used my story to raise awareness, publishing guides on flood safety and survival in submerged areas. I hoped that my death would be a reminder, that maybe people would choose kindness and empathy over cruelty. But human nature can be fickle; under pressure, it too often falls apart. Mandy would spend her life behind bars, and Wade would carry his regrets with him forever. As I drifted outside, I welcomed the sunlight on my face, watching the people who had come to say goodbye, flowers in their hands. Smiling, I whispered, "Farewell, everyone. In my next life, may I be a girl who always smiles."

He has a large smile on his face. Elizabeth chuckles then she comments on David’s personality. “You took in Bob and sheltered him. You even took the time to teach him how to communicate with you. I’m surprised that you can think so ruthlessly.” David remembers saving Bob but he also knows that if he wasn’t ruthless, he would have been dead. ~It was how I survived.~ “Come again?” ~I survived because I was ruthless.~ Elizabeth finishes covering David’s wounds with the herbs. “Well… keep being ruthless… what was it? Be as sharp as a sword but be as light as a feather??”