The Life She Wanted Novels & Stories

What you actually want. She turned back to the coffee. She thought about it properly. Not the performance of thinking about it. Actually thinking about it. The kettle had boiled and she poured it and she thought about five years and what she actually wanted the shape of her life to be. She said I want to keep building things that are mine. She said I want the work to stay honest. She said I want Cassidy to be happy. She said I want to still be in the apartment or somewhere that feels like this apartment. She said I want the rosemary jar on the windowsill catching the morning light.

Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here. She saw herself at twenty-two, still only an aspiring influencer with a carefully curated grid and a hunger for the kind of life that looked beautiful in vertical video. She had wanted soft lighting, luxury brands, the illusion of ease. She had not wanted the golden cage, the family estates, the towers, penthouses, the nights when Kai’s brother and father had taken what they wanted while she learned the cost of noise. She had not wanted the list of names that ended in silence—Meela, Tania, Lucas, Malik, Selene and the siblings who vanished mid-request. She had not wanted to walk in on her

Her life. Everything she’d never known she wanted. Everything was built from one mistaken signature.

Why she wanted to give her life if it can give life to her girl? "Doctor...... ___

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 didn't want this life anymore. I didn't want to wake up every morning wondering which part of my private life had become public entertainment. I didn't want strangers deciding who the father of my baby was. I didn't want people analyzing every tear I'd cried or every man I'd been seen with. I just wanted to be Laura. Not Quinn's ex-wife. Not Hemsworth's missing wife. Not Anto's possible lover. Not some actress whose pregnancy had become breaking news. Just Laura. I got dressed and left the motel before I could change my mind.

She was determined she would not lose Edwin to her sister. But she did. She lost it all. Even Glen. She sighed as the shower pounded her flesh. This was not the life she expected, not the life she planned and dreamed. She was only thirty years old for crying out loud! She shouldn't be suffering this madness and chaos in her daily existence. She should still be having fun, living life to its fullest. Yet, because of her poor choices, her life took a serious turn she never meant for it to take. She stared at the tile wall in front of her without seeing it. Instead, she fixated her gaze on a life she planned versus the one thrust upon her. This was not the way it was supposed to happen. Her lif

She felt so overwhelmed. She just wanted to have her own home and not have to be persecuted. She didn’t want any of this. She didn’t want to be a wanted criminal nor be caught. She sighed and took a breath to calm herself knowing she was just having wishful thinking that would never come true. For as long as she lived she would never have the life she wanted so she might as well accept the truth.

I film like nothing happened, already thinking about edits, captions, timing. Because tomorrow, the world will see perfection. And no one will ever guess what I have to live with. The irony of life hits me slowly. "I never wanted marriage. Never dreamed of it. I wanted money, freedom—my own name built by my own hands. I wanted a daughter, a girl to protect and shape into a better version of myself. I wanted her to be my soft place in the world. A peaceful life." That was the plan. But it’s like the universe heard me and decided to punish me for wanting too little. For wanting peace instead of sacrifice. For wanting choice instead of chains.

But I'm back to for payback, the life she wanted to live so much I'll snatch it away from her, I'll live her life and no one will even notice, I will surprise her so good that in her next life, she would pray not to have a thing to do with me The bitch shot me countless times, she destroyed my pretty face, now I have her face and I can't wait to explore so many things all in her name, I'll have the man she wanted so much and live the life she has always craved to live, since she took my life and spoiled my plans I won't let her live in peace, I will take hers in the cruelest way ever