She's Been Living On The Highest Shelf นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The sound echoed off the high ceilings of the living room. “I knew I could count on you,” she whispered. Her voice wasn't shaking with fear; it was trembling with pure, dark excitement. She stepped closer to him, tilting her head like a curious bird. “So tell me the best part. Is she dead, or is she just… broken?”

taller. She was only about 5 foot 5 before. And Dr. Evelyn said that was because she had been locked up her whole life and had never really seen daylight before. She was stuck inside and she wasn't able to grow like others her age. But she looked at least a couple of inches taller now.

She whispers under her breath, some more tears sliding down her cheeks. “ I guess in a way like me, you never had a chance to live the life you wanted for yourself. ” Her hand reaches out to the back of my hand as she cradles it, this time, trying to comfort me even if she is the one who is crying. My heart skips a beat. She wants to live. No matter how much she thinks she wants to die and end this fucking dejected life, deep down, she still wants to live a life of her choosing.

We waited until dusk, and we were the last couple they saw before the office closed. There were two names on the marriage certificate. Leon Pierce and Zoe May. Zoe came from the Greek word for ‘life’. Leon asked if I still had enough strength left. “I'd like to treat you to dinner, walk across a bridge, and catch a movie.” By the second month of marriage, I entered the fourth stage of cancer. I had no choice but to stay in the hospital every day. Henry was like an annoying bandage I just could not shake off. Thus, I decided to play dirty, just to have some peace before I died.

“But she doesn’t know her step mother is evil.” I played along, thoroughly entertained. Then Shealith pulled me toward her side of the room. Unlike her sister, her setup was more abstract, fake grass, clouds suspended from string, and an army of strange-looking dolls with beady eyes and mismatched clothes. “This is Heaven,” she announced. “Heaven?” I asked, raising a brow. “Yes,” she nodded solemnly. “They live in the sky and have parties every day, but they don’t like noise.” I chuckled, thoroughly amused. “Sounds... peaceful.”

The voices are howling. My eyes catch her cupboards next, chaos, pure chaos. Her coffee mugs, the ones she sips from with those perfect lips, are shoved on the top shelf where she can’t even reach. I’ve seen her climb that wobbly step stool, swearing when it sways, her ponytail bouncing like it’s teasing me. “Not on my watch,” I snarl, yanking everything down. I stack her mugs low, her Frosted Flakes front and center, her favorite, I know, because I’ve watched her munch it like a goddess. The voices hum, She’ll see, Echo. She’ll feel you in every corner.

It was almost six in the evening, and she stayed inside her room, feeling like a princess again in her big room. She looked at her reflection in the big mirror. She sat straight as she combed her long hair. This was the life Gian took from her. Having her own room, living like a princess. She gave a bitter smile. “Well, I guess Ate Sharon is right. I’m a martyr,” she told herself. “But maybe five months is enough, right? No more.” She looked around her room. Nothing changed, even if she had been gone for months. Even her bedsheets were the same. She laughed earlier and asked Manang Cel to bring her new sheets.

My little sister Vanessa was obsessed with werewolf lore, convinced she was destined to marry a powerful Alpha. When Rex, the Alpha of the Firwood Pack, saved her during a riot, she thought fate had finally set its gears in motion. What she didn't know was that Rex saved her simply because she resembled what his fated mate had looked like in her youth— Helena, the Luna of the Firwood Pack. Any sane woman would've walked away. Vanessa saw it as her golden ticket to the top. She secretly mapped out Helena's usual routes, hired outlaws to stage a brutal car crash, and sprinkled silver dust—lethal to wolves—across the wreckage. Her plan? Wait for the esteemed Luna to draw her last breath, then s

My eyes widened and I took a step away from her before any of the shards could pierce me. Was she crazy? Who was I kidding? Of course, she was. As she fell to the ground, she let out a scream. “Chloe, please stop hitting me. I will not compete with you for Luna Diane’s attention! I only want to be in the lessons too!” I was too stunned to speak. This was the second to the highest floor of the pack house with only the offices, libraries and conference rooms on this floor. Who was she performing for? That was when I heard footsteps behind me. That scent…

Everything is a mess, and she just wants to forget, and that bottle of wine will help her. Faith took her slippers off and climbed on the bottom shelf. She tried to reach the bottle, but it was still a little far. She groaned in annoyance. She is not this short. She doesn’t understand why this shelf was so high. She glanced behind her shoulder to see Mateo watching her with his arms folded. She cursed at him under her breath before she look up at the bottle and put her foot on the shelf above the bottom, She tried to lift herself – but instead of reaching to the top shelf, her foot slipped off. She let out a shriek and tried to grab anything she could to hold herself up, but it was too late.