Novel & Cerita Serve No One This Life

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

I nodded indifferently. Camelia, on the other hand, clearly could not accept it. Her voice trembled as she asked, “Isn’t there any way to extend his life?” The doctor shook his head and glanced at me with a trace of pity. “His condition is too severe. It’s late-stage cancer. Even if you could find a miracle doctor, there’d be nothing he could do. The family should start preparing for the end.” Then, he left with the nurse, leaving only Camelia and me behind.

Just one raw, brutal choice. One life, for another. And once the choice is made… There’s no coming back.

Alive. “One…”

"You're the one Hanas sent, you know that if you do this on my behalf, your identity will be different, you know?" “Yes, the slave knows. But I will do my best to not let you down, please trust the servant." "Okay, I'll trust you. If you mess up this and affect the Emperor, the whole family will be executed. Did you know?" "Yes, God knows." Moris said solemnly, before that he just lived blindly from day to day, not knowing what to do. Always thinking about the painful past, but fortunately having a father, a younger brother, and Eric's encouragement, he can now stand up and shoulder a great responsibility. Make yourself forget the pain.

But I can't. Life may as well be the abomination of nature. Life only exists here. On this planet. In this universe. No other has been found. Because it's hell here. And I'm living it. I won't end it. But I want to. I'll never eat or love again. Misery is my friend. Now and forever, as it always has been.

But I can’t stop… this is my life now, a relentless cycle of servitude that leaves no room for dreams or desires. The flickering torches cast long shadows across the hall, and I can’t help but feel like a silhouette, a wisp of smoke that will vanish if anyone looks too closely. I am nothing but a servant, the pack’s “Dust,” a name that embodies my worthlessness in their eyes.

demon:- can I see my mother one last time can I, I miss her so much please let me see her once, you can take my life but let me see her once. "she is gone now, and one day you will be too, I want you to leave your life, leaving behind everything that holds you back, you deserve this life so live it, I can not let you see her, she has taken birth and she is starting her new life, now it's your time to start your life from zero, for sake of you and her past, live your life, when she was with me, she said, she want you to be happy, so if you want to be happy kill him and move on, you can do it"

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

Life is pain There is no pain in death I am the destroyer, the deliverer I choose who lives and who dies I am no God I am a messenger of evil There is no such thing as happily ever after There is death, There are no emotions Its just me and my knives They need me as I need them They are all I will ever have My mantra leaves my mouth smoothly just as it does every morning. Staring at my reflection there is no expression on my face. The scars tell their own story just as the demon that stares back out of my eyes. As I stare I don’t even blink. What would be the point?