Novel & Cerita Qui Vivra Verra

He looked up, his voice low and deadly calm. "It means we live or we die."

"Bad news is I kinda told him that we're together." "WHAT!"

Vera said, " Henceforth you'll find another place to live in. I couldn't even properly hear her, my ears were ringing. Through blurry eyes I sighted Mira, I tried to call out to her, but she immediately looked away.

Vera nodded earnestly and said, “I'm sure you will outlive me, Young Master. After I die, please bother to bury my ashes next to my parents. My life will be complete then.” Charlie said seriously, “Don't worry, if I can find the recipe for the Infinite Pill and the specific refining method, I will make you live like the legendary Marcius Stark, to a thousand years.” Vera sighed and shook her head subconsciously, “Living for four hundred years is already very difficult. I dare not nor do I want to think about living for a thousand years. Even if you really manage to refine the Infinite Pill, I don’t want to take it anymore…”

then suddenly you'll find out you only have few months to exist. The world is too unpredictable. No one knows when is the first hello and the last goodbye-or it may the first hello and the last goodbye at the same time. You might not see that person sooner or later, that might be the last time you'll hug someone, or.. I may not see the sun again tomorrow. No one knows. So, live. I called him by his full name making him faced me right away with a wrinkled forehead. I flash a wide smile on my face, the one I rarely show.

Nesryn looked right into my eyes. “Vivamus, moriendum est. A quote from your world which means — let us live, for we must die. When you know you’re gonna die, why don’t you live as you always wanted to? Yeah, maybe you will die sooner because you offend someone or you disobey someone, but you’ll be happy and grateful to yourself that even if for a second, you lived your life on your terms.” She cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse.

His consoling made her feel better but she didn't have any reason to live on. "I wish for her to live happily." He wished, biting his lip hesitantly. "No matter what happens, please...don't give up..." He whispered to her. She opened her eyes the next second and looked at him. Her eyes widened and anxiety-filled her. There was no one beside her. The jacket he had wrapped around her disappeared and he was nowhere to be seen. She looked around anxiously but couldn't find him anywhere.

she asked. L‌yra’s gaze softened just sligh‌tly, only⁠ toward Vera. “I am certai​n o​f one thing,” s​he said. “Vera s‍u⁠rvives.‍ I surviv⁠e. The‌ rest is j‍ust‍ shadow an​d risk—and‍ I am well-prac‌tice⁠d in both.”

She looked around one more time and lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “Vera is alive.”

This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.