Pahitnya Hidup Novels & Stories

Prologue They say, "Cheating is a choice." That it’s never unintentional or an accident. I used to believe that—well, kind of… before. But right now, I stand against whoever the hell came up with that saying. Because cheating on my husband feels like the only way to survive—to feel alive again. A huge part of me feels dead. Something inside me has stopped breathing, lost its sense of… everything. I don’t want to cheat. I never wanted to. I don’t want to become the kind of wife consumed by infidelity. I am married, and my life was perfect… until recently.

"Does something hurt?" "Only my heart," I sigh, thinking of my son and my brother and his mate. Life can be both joyous and painful when you've found the one you were made for. During the forty years that I searched for Daax, I often had moments when I wondered if the sour was worth it if I'd have been better off never having a mate and just living my life. But then he puts his arms around me and I remember. Yes, the sweet is worth it and is a thousand times sweeter because of it.

Adelaide sat with a bowl of dark, slightly suspicious-looking red liquid, mechanically spooning it into her mouth until the bowl was empty. "How is it?" Paisley asked, resting her chin on her hand with genuine hope. Adelaide set the bowl down and gave her a deadpan review. "A little heavy on the salt. The black pepper is a nice touch, though—it completely killed whatever sugar you put in there." "Too salty? Tasted fine to me," Paisley shrugged. She looked at Adelaide, her eyes showing a sudden flash of wisdom. "But that's life, right? It's like this berry stew. Sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, salty—you've got to swallow all of it eventually if you want to say you've really lived."

"Poverty is not nice Susanna and instead you might be pitied and seen as trash if you do not do something about it" "That is the problem Mike, i do not want to be pitied. You know my parents were not poor but after they died, relatives collected all my parents had worked for without thinking of how i will cope in this world alone. So even as much as i really want to live a normal life i never want to be pitied, i want to live what fate destined for me"

I just hate this life, this world. - Amanda ___ I just skipped the pages. ___ 15 th May 20yx Dear God, I have been a brave girl facing every problem but now I am scared to death. I am scared that my life will be taken before I meet my family. I hate this fate. I hope no one should suffer as I do. it's a sin to be an orphan or poor being shouldn't live in this rich people's world.

My life is at the bottom of a steep cliff. People saw me smiling so brightly as if I had no problem at all, but they were wrong, I felt like my life was in hell, as if I had committed a very big sin that can't be forgiven with just a word. "Oh my God, what have I done in my previous life? Why do I feel like the world is tormenting me so much? I'm tired of waiting for that day, the day I was very happy, the day I was so happy to live my life, I feel so sad, hate, tired, and I can't take it anymore, my God, when am I happy? "

she lamented. "The world is filled with selfish creatures, and we never know what challenges we'll have to face without making any mistakes," I whispered. For a brief moment, Hina and I were enveloped in profound silence, interrupted only by the gentle breeze rustling the curtains by the balcony. "We are born to learn from the mistakes in our lives. Some take a lifetime to do so, while others never learn. Isn't life cruel in that sense?" stated Hina. Her words struck a chord within me, resonating with the pain and cruelty I had witnessed in life.

As though my every cry, wince and whimpers are melodious to his hearing. Well am damn familiar with such position. I lived such unfavourable life back at my home pack. As much as I desire lying, I must admit it ain't a life one ever want or should ever desire. Same level I desire it not, same level I desire not it replay within red blood pack with alpha Ron. I desire not it repeats itself. It's really a messed life!. People derive pleasure from your ever pains, agony and intensive suffering. That really is cruel. I term death preferable to repitition of such soul shattering life.

suna gham judaai ka uthaate hain log jaane Zindagi kaise bitaate hain log Din bhi yahaan to lage baras ke samaan hume intezaar kitna yeh hum nahin jaante Magar jee nahi sakte tumhaare bina (I've heard that people bear the pain of separation, I don't know how they live their lives (with such pain) to me each day feels like an year I don't how much I long for you, But I know that I cannot live without you..)