The Life List Novels & Stories

His lamentations were enough for her to hear. After all the bitter winters and healing autumns that life has brought to them, their sufferings have not ever sprouted. So the day has come for her. The most doleful day that she is only alive, being hugged and kissed, in the most cherished memories of the people who remembers her. But in reality, she is no longer… Shanta has already been erased from the world and from the minds of these people who once became a part of her life. Because three years ago, she was declared dead. And now, she wanders like a restless soul.

I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old. This disease causes my body to generate excessive mucus, causing problems in my lungs, pancreas and other organs. There is no cure, but there is a treatment. There is also the possibility of a lung transplant, I have been on the waiting list for years, although if you ask me my hopes of having new lungs have gone down a cliff. I don't care anymore, I guess I have entered the acceptance phase, where if they talk to me about my life expectancy and confess that I only have a few months left I might sigh with relief, a break from all this what you call "life" wouldn't hurt.

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

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" The crowd gasped in disbelief at my revelation. Derick was beside himself, his face twisted with fury. "Lies! These are all lies! Lily, you have no proof! Don't spread falsehoods here!" Jasmine's eyes were like daggers as she hissed back at me. "And you! You're the killer who took my son's life, and now you dare to question my honor? I'll call the cops! I'll take this to the press! I'll expose the White family's sins for all to see!" The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them.

Instead, he asked a question. "What would happen if every undercover judge..." "Every honest politician..." "Every whistleblower..." "Every hidden protector..." "Had their identities exposed?" Alexander's face drained of color. "They'd be hunted." "Exactly." The Keeper nodded. "The List isn't a list of enemies." "It's a list of the people still standing between civilization..." "And chaos." A long silence followed. Lucien finally broke it. "Then we don't open it." Vivienne looked at him. "What?" "If Damien wanted it burned..."

Bethany lowered her head and cried for a long time. I sent her the studio's address and contact information, then stood. "Work hard. Stop thinking about things you shouldn't. Life is long. Don't waste your time on someone else's man." I turned and left. Outside the cafe, the sunlight was bright. The comments exploded. [The villainess repaid resentment with kindness???] [I'm crying. She helped Bethany.] ["You don't even count as a supporting character in my life" is so fierce.]

When I opened my eyes again, Grandma was sitting beside me, staring anxiously at my face. "Did it work?" she asked the medium. The medium glanced at me again. Mom's tears were dripping onto the floor. "Noah! My dear son!" she cried. "Mom? Grandma? How am I alive? Why are you guys crying?" Mom looked puzzled. "Who are you?" "I'm Noah, Noah Langston," I replied slowly, trying to act like my brother when he was younger. "It worked!" the medium exclaimed. Grandma reacted before anyone else could. Pulling me into a tight embrace, she said, "Noah—you're finally back."

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

Was it because he was going to die soon that he acted so recklessly? Unfortunately, he had lied to me almost all the time in our past life together. So, no matter what he said in this life, I wouldn't believe it. He had already died once, and if he died again, it wouldn't matter to me. I chose to help him only out of humanitarian duty as his defense attorney. Even if he had committed heinous crimes, he still deserved to enjoy the legal aid that every citizen was entitled to.