Novel & Cerita Serve No One This Life

Sometimes, he feels like my whole fucking life. And, how can one not recognise life? How can one not live the life? How can I?

Whoever you are… Whatever you’ve been to me in another life… I hope you understand— This life is mine now. And I won’t lose it without a fight.

He kissed my left palm while watching me with a smirk. I thought about his words momentarily. "No, I don't." I shook my head. "Servants aren't meant to have good lives. They are meant to serve their betters; if need be, they will be thrown away and replaced." I said firmly, "We are just some small cogs in the greater workings of a clock." That is going to be my reality. Someday, I'll be tossed out once I serve my purpose. I always wonder if that day is swiftly approaching.

Free from that side of life. ***

I already paid everything I owed them… With my life. This life is just for me, and I'm going to live it to the fullest…

My silence only angered Vivian as she sneered at me, "Jason put on a suicide act, so now you're copying him too? You're a grown man. Why are you still acting the same as before?" I still said nothing. Or maybe it was better to say I simply did not know what to say. I didn't know whether Jason had truly wanted to die, but when I couldn't reach my asthma medication, I had truly wanted to die. I suddenly felt there was nothing worth living for anymore. I had failed at everything; whether as a husband, a father, or a son. But now, I finally saw things clearly after Death's ice-cold hands brushed through my skin. I had spent my life thinking about everyone else, yet I had kept neglecting myself.

I've never done this before, and also I don't have anyone to accompany me. I walked towards the bar counter and ordered myself a liquor. I drank it while watching everyone having fun inside the club. I can spot a few people making out in the dim light corners. Some are dancing their hearts out, and some are just here enjoying the drinks… like me I stared at my drink, and imagined what my life would be if I hadn't met Damian. I probably wouldn't get hurt or be miserable like I am now. I guess this is the price of loving someone a lot. Got betrayed, used, and cheated on.

"Well, if it isn't Ms. Gavell. What are you doing here, shaking milkshakes?" "Aren't you your family's precious little princess? Yet you're now stuck living in a dorm, can't even afford food, and have to work a job like this." "Did your family company go under, or did that perfect image you worked so hard to build finally fall apart?"

"Your place? Give me a break. A jobless freeloader living off his wife's paycheck thinks he owns the joint. Who are you to yell at me?" The last thing Terence could ever stand was being called a freeloader living off his wife. He grabbed the man's collar, ready to throw a punch. A neighbor who could no longer stand by finally spoke up. "Terence, what's going on with you and Rosalie? Didn't she tell you she was giving up the staff housing?" "I…" Terence stammered as the realization finally hit him. This apartment we'd lived in for ten years was staff housing assigned to me by the hospital. Employees who lived here had priority to buy the place. I'd even promised him that I'd put his name on t

At a corner they’d passed a hundred times, Serena stopped. “I used to think life would ask something of me,” she said quietly. “Like I had to earn the right to exist in it.” Ethan looked at her, attentive but not surprised. “And now?” “And now,” she continued, “it feels like it’s just… here. Not demanding. Not testing.” He nodded. “That’s the kind of life people don’t talk about much.” “Because it doesn’t shout,” she said. “It doesn’t make good headlines.” “But it makes good mornings,” he replied.