The Life Changer Jamb Novel Audio の小説・ストーリー

Without your little surprise, I'd still be waiting for my break! "Let Lily play mommy dearest. We'll live it up on her inheritance. Once our kid's old enough to take over, we'll show her the door!" Their voices, clear as day on the recording, made them blanche. One of the elders, fury unleashed, landed a solid kick on Derick. "You scum. You're trying to play us, the White family, for fools!" However, Jasmine, even the hard case, just sneered. "What recording? It's all a sham! Lily could easily bribe a nurse, swap out my child with his, and whip up a fake recording. Piece of cake for her! Don't fall for her lies!"

Grandma came out of her room when she heard her voice. " Are you tired? " grandma asked. " Yes, a little bit." " Okay, change yourself and have your meal." Lily said. Parth went upstairs in his room, put his bag on the chair and rolled over his bed.He was still thinking about his arguments with them. " Oh gosh! What to do now? I have to face them everyday." he murmured. " Parth, come fast. The food is getting cold." Lily said from the downstairs. He immediately changed his dress, got fresh and came downstairs. He finished his food and again went back in his room. He took his phone and put a chair in the balcony. He sat on the chair, put headphone and played songs in his phone.

After just a few months, Caroline looked like a ghost of her former self—hollow-cheeked, her frame thinner than ever. When she heard what the others were saying, her face instantly turned bloodless. With Sheldon standing nearby, she did not dare scream or throw a fit. All she could do was mutter in a dazed, broken whisper, like some cursed mantra. "No… No, this is impossible. She's not supposed to be the one to birth black-finned mer-babies… It should've been me! She's with Reginald… There's no way she could give birth to black-fins. It should've been red-finned trash!"

He shook his head in disbelief as he prepared to depart. Only then he truly realized how fragile life was, how in a matter of seconds, someone could die. In that very moment, there were only two people in his mind. He needed to fix things. Javier promised himself that he had to make it right with both of them. * * * (*) Read Clarabelle Summers's story in "Taming The Feisty Heiress" (or also known as "Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits" - available on GoodNovel!

As a matter of fact, being with her felt comfortable and grounding. On the night of my official enrollment, Mom called. She told me that Maya had died. The court case was about to start, but Wayne couldn’t resist gambling one last time and lost badly. Unable to pay the debt, he secretly handed Maya over to loan sharks, and she didn’t make it. After hanging up, I let out a sigh. Beside me, Jane asked curiously, “What’s wrong?” I turned to her, smiling. “It’s nothing important. “I heard you’re still single. Do you think I might have a chance?”

“Auntie Isla, tomorrow is the school’s family event. Can you go with me?” Holding Sam and Isla’s hands, he left without looking back. Their resolute figures stabbed deeply into my heart. When the boss announced my sentence and ordered my execution, the three of them were happily attending a school family event. So in this life, I decided to give Sam and Isla my blessings. Yet Isla still refused to let me go, even though I had already chosen to stay away. The exact same framing as in my previous life made my whole body go cold.

I just can't control my happiness! Regardless, so many things have been changed; Rhea got 3 years of jail for her crime, and having no license for the guns she was carrying, she later sent to a mental asylum for treatment after some police guards found her scratching and biting herself like a wild animal and trying to kill some women criminals in the jail. She was mad over Karan and only we know this. Her husband Rajeev apologized to us for the last time before he took Ronnie and Jia to London to start a new life.

My hands trembled as I tore open the packaging. Inside lay a severed right hand and a voice recorder that was still playing. A broken, aged voice wheezed from the electronic device. It was faintly distorted and interspersed with eerie and indistinct clattering sounds. The sheer agony behind the sounds painted a grim picture of Mom's twisted struggle, as though her last breath and blood were expelled together. "Hun… ter…" This word alone carried countless emotions. I numbly forced myself to listen to her final message over and over again.

Even though he said not to scream he wants me to because if I don't he'll hurt me more until I have no choice but to scream. He takes one hand and in one big motion he spins the wheel my eyes can't adjust quickly enough to the spinning room and I quickly become dizzy but I can hear Robbie shuffling through the knives. "I'm feeling lucky tonight, let's hope you're lucky too". He says and I crumble at his words because I've never been lucky in my entire life.