Story Of A Lifetime Book の小説・ストーリー

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

She asked. "Super-naturals," I responded. She doesn't look shocked. She collected the book and inspected it, maybe checking if it was real or not. "The popular book no one had." She said, and I nodded my head. "How did you lay your hands upon it?" She asked me. I narrated my story on how the elderly man gave me the book and asked me to read it. She listened without saying a word. "The stories in this book connect to my life somehow. The only difference is the name, and I'm so perplexed on how this is happening." I explained.

Reminiscing the past, he sadly smiled at the book he was holding - feeling the roughness of the cover and softly whispered the title of the book "My Life from now on," He said those words because it's the title of the book. That's the title because he's the one who created the book. It was his biography from the moment he entered the dukedom, then again he remembered that night where he was saved by the two people he respected so much that he was willing to give up his life. But to his regret, he wasn't able to protect them when the time had come to make them apart from the world

he brought out the phone April had left behind and turn it on his mind drifted back to the first time he was on vacation in Mexico and coincidentally came across a chaman ( a fortune teller) told him that his life with women will be complicated until he will meet his destined wife. and as at that time he was already engaged to Clara chan, an Asian heiress he met when he was studying in Harvard university but unfortunately Clara got married on three years contract marriage to an emiratis oil mogul.

She was aware of my condition, so all of her guilt turned into relief as she held me in her arms, telling me everything was going to be alright. But that happened years ago. When my aunt got discharged, I left the house my family lived in and went to live with her instead. I moved in instantly, and it was the start of my new life. A life where I met some of the people I'd be with until the future. A life where I'd find out my purpose for living. A life where I'd meet the person I'd want to spend the rest of my time with. And most importantly, a life where I could fully accept who I was.

The only emotions I've ever felt in my life are hate,revenge,and lust. Have I ever loved someone? Yeah,I have. Once. Parents suck. Well mine did. "Theresa, people from my book club want to meet you. Make yourself presentable." "Theresa,I need you to dress up. My business partner is almost here and he's bringing his son. Make yourself presentable." I'm always presentable! They just never seem to be satisfied. Theresa do this, Theresa do that. I have my own life to live. I wasn't born to please them.

“I’m afraid that this- us turns into something the town consumes. That before we even decide what we are, we’re already a story they’re telling without us.” His expression softens. He looks like it hurts when he processes that statement. “You think I don’t know that?” he says. “I’ve lived here my whole life. You lived here your whole life until you ran away- I know what they do to things that matter to other people.”

When breakfast was finally served, I pushed my food around my plate until the fairy eyed me suspiciously. “Why the long face?” she asked, slapping a spoonful of jam onto her own pancake. “The living book isn't helping,” I admitted. “I ask, it answers, but it makes no sense.” She tilted her head, then shrugged. “Well, you do know the book can take you back in time, don’t you?” I blinked. “What?” Her eyes twinkled as she chewed. “Mhm. We don’t have one here, but everyone in the magical circles knows about the living book. It carries timelines. It doesn’t just answer, it remembers.”

The Scandal Elena's POV It's been a few days ever since my steamy encounter with the stranger from the bar, I had never told anyone about it. I had promised myself that I would take the secret with me to the grave but one morning changed everything, placing my carefully curated world that I had built over time on the verge of falling apart.

Or maybe I expected it to feel like more. Thirty years of one woman's understanding of how to survive something that had killed twelve people across four centuries, and it fit in one hand. "Three days," I said. "Three days," he said. "I have lived with that for twenty-two years." I looked at the book. At the worn leather and the soft edges and my grandmother's handwriting visible through the cover, spilling over onto the inside front page in the same cramped script as my father's, recognizable as family in the way handwriting sometimes is.