Novel & Cerita Second Life

Blackie’s shard shook within Noah’s chest, “Hear me out! It’s all related!” “Oh?” Noah glared into empty space, waiting for an explanation, “I’m listening.” “When we were working on the whole worldborn project, we quickly and wisely realized that your high specs would cause endless troubles.” Blackie paused to light a candle in his heart for the several batches of worldborn who were either still in therapy or so damaged that the only thing that could be done is to send their poor unfortunate souls through reincarnation. Blackie cleared his virtual throat, “So we thought long and hard about how to solve the issue most effectively–”

It had been a long time since they gathered like this. “Speak!” Tyr spatted lightly. Jim nodded and explained, “This organization calls themselves Second God. They come from the Second World. All of the members are the elites of the younger generation from the major organizations in the Second World. The people of the Second World have always regarded themselves as god-like existences, so these youngsters call themselves the second generation of gods.” “Hah!!!” Not just Tyr, but Clifford, White-eyed Ivory Dragon, and the others had trouble suppressing their laughter.

But she left him like a sheep about to be slaughtered. "For about a month now sir" Anthony replied, trying to be as calm as possible. "What do you do for a living." Mrs Badmus asked, she didn't make any attempt to sound nice, she looked at him in a condescending manner "I'm a computer programmer ma'am." "What part of Lagos do you live in?" "That is not necessary, Vera." Mr. Badmus chided his wife. He knew what must be going on in her mind. "Let me be Desmond, this is my child we are talking about. Do you want her to end up with someone who can barely feed himself?"

The one meant to heal. Me. Theodore. Her second chance.

Upon entering, they saw it was a kind of store, where several families were talking with some salespeople, and others were looking at a catalog. “Christian, where are we?” “Good afternoon,” a salesperson approached them. “Welcome to Second Life. How can I assist you?” “Second Life?” Caroline repeated, confused. “Yes, here we offer an alternative to preserve your loved ones in the form of a beautiful jewel that will last forever,” he said, pointing to an informational video playing on the screens around the store. Caroline was astonished, not expecting such a thing to exist. “Wow… that’s extreme.” “Sometimes, people don’t want to

"You need to be more sensible, Elvira." I spent my entire past life being sensible. I was sensible enough to marry the man the family had chosen for me. I was sensible enough to put up with his abuse. I was also sensible enough to play the part of a happy wife. However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life.

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

But she wasn't done. "And my aunt is a healer. She did 'purification' rituals for Lina because... well, because Lina’s private life was a mess. She had multiple infections. My aunt only told me because she saw Lina’s pack ID. If you check the temple records, you’ll see her 'cleansing' history!" The room erupted into whispers. Kaius’s face went a sickly shade of gray. He couldn't believe his "pure" little soulmate was actually playing the field behind his back.

A familiar pain surged through me as I opened my eyes, and a blinding white light hung overhead. “Look at our son, Tanya—look how adorable he is,” my husband, Damien Slater, said as he cradled a baby at the edge of the hospital bed, his smile warm and bright. I glanced around the room, then at Damien’s youthful face, and the realization hit me: I had been reborn. This was the very day I had given birth in my previous life—the same day my own child had been killed by this monster!

I saved myself! "What does that have to do with me?" Cathedra blurted out. Diane stared at her coldly. "Why are you one of those liars, Cathedra? Why do you write of a fantasy life where everyone lives happily ever after like there's no sadness in the world at all? Do you want to live a fairy tale life so much that you would do anything to live out your fantasies? So much that you force upon others your delusions of seeing things that are not real at all?"