Remake Our Life Novels & Stories

At that moment, I knew she had been reborn too. Our father, the emperor, had long maintained a strong alliance with the merfolk, and had arranged political marriages between the two races. However, offspring between humans and mermen were rare, almost impossible. To prevent the bloodline from dying out, our father made a bold decision. He had us princesses take a secret elixir that would alter our bodies to become fertile for merfolk. In the end, only Caroline and I succeeded. In my previous life, Caroline had grown up pampered and proud within the palace walls, her standards impossibly high.

I am poor and unemployed and you are buying me dinner in a basement and I am going to let you because it is the only decision I feel good about this week. They stayed until the staff began the gentle Friday eviction, the candles pinched out at the empty tables, the chairs going up. Remi talked herself around the whole shape of it and out the far side, and somewhere near the end said the real thing, that she did not just want another job, that she wanted to build something with her own name on it, and that she was terrified it would fail and everyone would watch it fail. Then build it small, Olivia said. Build one thing. You do

On the way home, Lyra asked me, "Mom, what did you mean by that?" "What I mean is, don't spend your time thinking about your next life. This life is still long, and we all have to live it well." She nodded. "Okay." Outside the window, the continent glittered with countless lights. The plague was over, and life was starting again. We had territory, wealth, and each other. And we had a future—a very, very long one. "Mom, when Finn comes of age, you should go to work," Lyra said suddenly.

Life goes on. We go back into the house together. Together. ---

I swallow a hard lump, not liking what I hear in her voice, "About this whole thing?" "What are you talking about?" "What if it's part of my destiny, Remington?" She asks, her voice hard. Determined, "Destroy to rebuild. Cleanse and reshape traditions. What if I'm not bad just because I suck, but because I was born to destroy and then rebuild something better?”

“Then we build a new life. Just you and me.” And for the first time in a long time, I believe it might be possible.

She had no life. Now I’m struggling to go back because it no longer satisfies me or appeals in any way, because Jake changed me too. Irreversible damage! And if he left me now, I could never go back to who I was either. That life is so far in my past that it’s no longer connected to me in any way. The girl I was no longer resembles the woman I have become. I need a new tomorrow, a new purpose and focus in life, I need a new job.

See the story was truly shitty wasn't it. I don't really want to face all this stuff in the future so I'm going to work hard and live my second Life The first step to me having my peaceful life is to lay the foundation by building a deeper connection with my family and the maids and servants of the Duchy since it might work to my benefit it the near future

This was what life should be. Not running. Not fighting. Just cooking dinner. Making pasta. Being together. We ate on the porch. Sunset painting the sky. The pasta was perfect. Not restaurant quality. But made with love. "We should do this more," Axel said. "What? Cook?" "All of it. Normal things. Building a life. Not just surviving." "We have ten weeks." "Then let's make them count. Every day. Something normal. Something that reminds us why we're doing this." "Why are we doing this?"