The Half Known Life 소설 & 이야기

His cane tapped softly against the marble. He stopped only a few feet away, his eyes searched my face, then my hands, then my feet, "What is this called?" My lips felt dry, "The Four Lives I Never Chose." He waited. I looked across the gardens, "The first girl grows up afraid of her own home. The second mistakes a cage for love," I swallowed, "The third finally finds someone worth loving... and never gets to keep him. And the last girl loses the only person who ever made her feel safe."

“First, you tell me how the hell you are a half-ghost. That’s not even supposed to be possible. Then you can tell me what you need help with, and I will decide if I want to help.” “Ballsy, brave, and pretty. Aren’t you just the whole package? You will help me, Little Reaper. Your damn coven owes me, and you owe me for trying to reap my soul when I’m not actually dead. I’m half-ghost because Life granted my father the ability to have a child in the afterlife. He worshiped her, and when he got sick and was dying, he asked her to grant his dying wish, to give him the chance to have a child. So, she did. Life loves to stick it to Death when she can. Does that answer your question?”

' My 'façade segment' that housed the things I knew about myself but were not known by others. The double life I was temporarily leading was a secret of mine I planned on hiding for the rest of my days then taking straight to my grave.

Again. “Why? Why is my mate half human?” I growled, dragging my hands through my hair. A half-human. I’m the future Alpha King, destined to rule the Midnight Howl Pack—the largest and oldest bloodline in the realm. I’ve trained for this since I was six years old. I’ve fought alphas twice my size. I’ve survived winters that would freeze a dragon’s fire. And they pair me with someone who’s half human. Half! That means diluted blood, fragile bones, a slower shift, weaker senses—everything my mate is supposed to not be.