Novel & Cerita Secound Life Ranker

‎I’m the chosen one. But they never treated me like it. Not even once. And sometimes I wondered why the Moon Goddess let Carissa win the first time. Even when I was her reincarnation. Still, she granted me a second chance. A second breath. A second life. And I’m not throwing that away. ‎Not for Nolan.Not for my so-called uncle. Not even for Theodore. ‎… Or maybe I would No, I won’t. Now isn’t the time to be weak. Or to think about him.

“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.”

“And now? Where is he?” “He’s dead, he was in a motorcycle accident at twenty two...And he never knew his father, so there’s basically no grandfather.” He sat up on his elbow facing me, “His grandmother is in a nursing home with alzheimers. His mother’s, mother was a drunk and has been out of her life since she was ten. His mother was raised in and out of foster homes herself. I went to the apartment Thomas was raised in, I bribed the superintendent into letting me in.” “You didn’t!”

“They’re usually within the top 20 for the benefits. Class A and Class B are very far from our reach, even for me. If you see them coming close, run away. Immediately. Understand?” Zen nodded. So far, Sasha told him about the three scariest students in the academy. The first was “Death Princess” who was currently ranked 5. The second was a crazy psychopath, better known as the “Terrorist”, who ranked 11. The third was a blind and effeminate man with the nickname “Seer”, ironically. He was ranked 9. “Do you have their character profiles card?” he asked, and Sasha shook her head. “Don’t need them to know what they’re capable of. It’s an open secret. Do you not know?”

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.

The words stab my throat the second they leave my mouth. After the call ends, I return to the couch. The laptop’s still glowing, but I don’t see anything. I stare at my own reflection in the glass. Tara Anasthassia De Carrillo, 25. Architect. Math minor. Independent woman with her own apartment and a decent enough portfolio to pitch to Singapore next year. And still....can’t let go of a man who was never even hers. I set the laptop on the table. Grab the wine. Take another sip.

"You should be looking, Kian. It's been long enough. Find your second chance." Kian said nothing and watched the treeline. Ren found me shortly after and drew me into the circuit of introductions — affiliated faction leaders, northern territory representatives, senior pack members who had come for the competition. Each time, the same words: core talent, key asset, field-tested, brought in specifically. Whitmore drifted over midway through and looked at me with open curiosity. "High praise from Ren," he said. "Does she back it up?" Before Ren could answer, Lilian's voice came from behind me, light and carrying.

When the department head told me to seat next to Jevro, I felt excited for some reason. About my power rate, I speak with the people who assisted me. Honestly, my power surpasses even those people from other countries. If we compare the ranking to the rankings of protagonists in every fantasy novel, Jevro's and other Black Malemyns are S rank. But me, I'm currently an SS rank. And if we go back to the rankings of the original Malemyns, I'm currently the new found Purple Stage Malemyn.

I am pissed at Seth, because he has been visiting her as well. Maybe I can go in to see her. If I can be alone in her room long enough, maybe I can turn off her ventilator long enough to cause permanent damage. If the bitch won’t die, then maybe she can be in a coma for the rest of her life. That may be even a better plan. Instead of a quick end to her life, the suffering could last forever. Her parents would never pull the plug on her. Holden would suffer forever seeing her that way. That would be the sweetest revenge ever.

She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END