Story Of My Lifetime Novels & Stories

“She didn’t. She has other business to do.” “Oh.” He put his hands on the pockets of his jeans and glanced my way. “Looks like you have a lot to tell. It's been years since I left the Philippines, and I know I already have so much stuff that I missed, especially from the lives of amazing people in our circle of friends. So, tell me, what’s the news?” I smiled sympathetically for him. Right, I remember he left the Philippines a few years back with a broken heart because Yasmine couldn’t return the same feelings and affection he had been offering for her…

Life for me. ***

Tony asked as he looked at me once he finished his story "Oh me? I grew up in a wonderful household, sadly my family ending up dying and leaving me behind, so now I live with my best friend and I'm hoping to move forward with my life," I replied, lying straight through my teeth knowing I couldn't give Tony the truth what so ever, "Sounds like you had it rough too," Tony said as he scooted in closer to me, "Yeah, I guess I did have to a little rough," I replied scootching away from Tony as he got closer and closer to me on the bed. Tony had me trapped against the wall at the head of the bed,

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

The laptop screen went black at once. I abruptly leaped up from my chair as my heart pounded in my chest. I would never forget the sound of the circuit breaker being pulled. It was this exact crisp sound in my past life that ruined the million-dollar salary offer I'd worked so hard for 26 years of my life. I pushed the room door open and ran into the living room. In the pitch darkness, I saw Mom standing in front of the electrical box, illuminated by the streetlamp outside the window, a smug smile plastered on her face. She was even doing some calculations with her fingers.

And if I was going to survive this life, maybe I couldn’t carry the truth alone anymore. I exhaled slowly. “Alright. But you asked for it.” And with that, I began to open the door to a story I had spent an entire lifetime trying to shut.

"You should. You're the only one who can tell the story better than I." Mister Delacroix took a sip of his wine, savoring the moment before beginning. "It all started on a hot Sunday afternoon…” Throughout the narration, the room was filled with laughter. I couldn't believe the story of how my grandma became friends with the billionaires. It was surreal. Hillary, on the other hand, kept his gaze fixed on me, his eyes making me feel like I was being devoured. I couldn't stand it, so I kept drinking more water to suppress the uneasy feeling in my stomach.

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

“Stop using your cryptic descriptions, tell us what we don’t understand!” I pause for a moment, unsure if the moment has finally come to tell the truth of my story. I opened my mouth, intending to start slowly, but the stress of the last few days came tumbling out of my mouth. It felt so good to finally admit to the true story of my rebirth, the violent death I suffered at the hands of Harper and Lucas, the vicious tyranny I witnessed in my past life, and finally the terrible fate I knew they were destined for if they weren’t willing to listen to me.