The Half Known Life 소설 & 이야기

Six months ago, I knew what I wanted and where I wanted to be. Ordinary human life and away from these places. Fate laughed at my plans. She showed how sometimes the most important events in your life happen in one second. Point of no return. Do you believe in Fate? Not? Then she will definitely click you on the nose. Although I'm not like you, maybe for you people, Fate gives more freedom. Who am I? I am a half-breed. And this is my struggle with the inevitable.

“Anna, you’re a half-Human Were who admits to being a serial liar, doesn’t know how electricity works, and is undoubtedly swimming in complex PTSD. Believe me, a toddler can say it.” I really want to be indignant, but a laugh snorts out of me all on its own. And then Zane is standing, heading for the door, and there’s once again a weight in my stomach, one that seems to get heavier just because he’s leaving, and heavier still because I’d like him to stay for a second longer. And then the understanding rolls into me, as inexorable as a little earthquake, that— this is it. The rest of my life. And maybe I could slowly, cautiously, start living it.

When my father died, he left me with two prospective husbands. I was supposed to marry one of them, Nolan Mercer. But on our wedding day, he ran off with a housekeeper's daughter. So his younger brother, James Mercer, married me instead. On our wedding night, I slipped out onto the balcony and cried because I missed my father. James kicked the door open, mockery in his eyes and a sneer on his lips. "Are you really that heartbroken just because you had to marry me instead of Nolan?" For the next five years, he brought a different woman home every week. I swallowed the pain and did everything I could to be a good wife. But this time was different. Four months had passed, and the woman by his s

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

The arrangement was part of life. And Don knew him. This was perhaps the most significant thing of the seventh year: the completeness of being known. Not perfectly—persons were not perfect objects for knowing, and the knowing was always ongoing, always incomplete in the way that living things were always more than the record of them. But sufficiently. Enough that the major shape was clear and the ongoing knowledge was the detail work, the refinement, the continued accuracy.

But I did wish to have some answers to my questions as well, such as: Why Krista, a cheerleader from Kansas who had taken a deathly fall and had really died, was alive, and Penny, a barista in New York who was shot in the head on accident and was also killed in an instant, was still breathing and me who had taken the blow from a massive impact from a truck and had felt my heart stopped beating was also not dead. I couldn't tell Kate everything, though. I couldn't tell her that 'something' held us back. And that 'something' made us cling to this life we can't even call ours.

I beckon her over, "Sorry to interrupt, you know I love that you're so good at all this, but you should meet my new friend Mid. She's great." "Ah, Lion's daughter. I can't believe it," she mumbles, turning to Mid, who comes approaching us with unsure, slow steps. Gemma whispers, "Why does she smell human?" "She’s only half-wolf," I reply, and when Mid is close I pull away from Gemma to hug her once more because I can't stop. She's too adorable not to. I want to keep her by my side all the time like a stuffed animal, "Midnight, this is my good friend Gemma. She's my promoter’s daughter, my classmate in college and my lover from time to time."

"I've got money and a successful career, but I can't seem to find a girlfriend no matter what." "Such is your destiny. It's written in your fate that you won't be getting a girlfriend in the first half of your life," Dunley said. The young man's eyes lit up as he asked eagerly, "What about the latter half?" "You'll get used to that by the time you reach the latter half of your life." The young man was speechless. Yet another handsome man stepped forward, presenting a thick wad of bills that amounted to over 100 thousand dollars, at least.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

Scarlett My life had more mystery than novels. One after one, I seemed to have revealed another secret of my life in front of me and I was too astounded to respond to it. Half of me was happy to know that my real mother was alive but half of me was feeling neglected and deceived. Why wasn’t I allowed to know about my life till now? Why did I have to go through this alone? Couldn’t she tell me that I was her daughter when she kept pretending to be the pack doctor all the years long?