The Life She Was Given Summary Novels & Stories

“How did she come here?” “I don’t think I have to explain it to you. You know how reincarnation works. She was born in our family, over and over again. Always living the same type of life. When I found out you were really Ares, god of war, her love. I gave her a book that was left by her parents. It was passed down for generations.” Every life I lived was the same. I was always an Alpha, always a leader. But hearing she had to endure suffering, and torture in every lifetime made me feel broken. I felt hurt and embarrassed about not finding her sooner. I could have saved her from this, from everything.

She smiled a wide smile at him as if it were clockwork, her chest contracted as his eyes scanned her up and down. She hated how she wanted his approval, she wanted him to tell her she was pretty - though that was merely the weak side of her. The strong side, on the other hand, didn't give a flying fuck about what any man thought. Lani considered that it was a good thing she had both, an imbalance of them would make her either entitled or insecure. Lani was in balance with life, she knew her value and strived to always keep it, even when people threw her to the gutter and stabbed her in the back.

She appears to be going through the worst time in her life. The sight of her brought tears to my eyes, but I fought them back. I never expected her to be the new hire, nor did I expect to see her in Bali. When I broke up with her in our university days, I became devastated and lived in misery. No woman could ever know me, understand me, and love me like she did. Her touch, smile, words, scent, laughter, and memories were all I carried with me, unable to love anyone else. But now, here she was, standing in front of me. It seemed like God was giving me a second chance with her, and this time, I will never let her go. Never again.

They were in the dark, never knowing that no one would visit them again. So, they keep to the old homestead, waiting for their eldest daughter forever. However, I had broken free from the family that bled me dry. My career was on fire, with my brand's advertising hitting TriView Media airwaves. With my devoted husband and in-laws who loved me as their own by my side, I was set. I was truly satisfied with my life. I turned from a speck of dust into a shining gem. I earned all the glory and joy.

"Kid? Oh, he's the Harris family's golden boy, alright. He knew his stepmom was the black sheep, and that he could be as mean as he wanted to her without anyone batting an eye. "And so your darling son, when Emma was at her lowest, shattered her will to hang on." "I had no idea, I swear I didn't know she was ill, that those goldfish were so important to her," Chester sobbed uncontrollably. "How could you be clueless?" I snapped, staring him down. "Weren't you aware of her life with the Harrises? She was called Mrs. Harris, but no one gave her the time of day, cared about how she felt. Even the fancy clothes and jewels in the closets were just for show, on loan to make her look the part.

She looked like an appalling meal waiting to be taken and eating by her. Life couldn't be any better with all she had. She had money, properties, a pretty classy lady in her arms waiting to be devoured, and basically everything she ever wanted. This was the life she deserved, not the life of scum she'd been living since her birth in the slums struggling to survive and that life she suffered in the hands of that wretched person. Nevertheless, She came a long way to this point and she had finally reached the peak, nothing was going to bring her down. Not Bob Richardson nor that wretched person.

They taught her the value of life, to be respectful and obedient, and to always believe in herself. Crazy, right? Rich, beautiful, and respectful—those qualities never added up, but her case was totally different. Living such an amazing life, she felt fulfilled, and just when she thought her life couldn’t get any better, things turned sideways. Hell became her new home!!!'

She was reborn as the queen, Luli, about whom she read the story that morning. The miserable one but the queen after all. Nevertheless, her struggles continued as she had to approach things from a different angle. The issue was that Shelly was transmigrated to the second half of the book, which she never got the chance to read. What will she do? How will she manage her life in the body of a weak and timid queen? Will she give up or will she strike back at those who had been making it hard to live for the queen? *************

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

“That’s not possible. It can’t be.” “It is,” she said, “After Uncle Fred… sold you. I couldnt find you for years. And then I did we lost a lot of years but we started all over. We had a good life. A fucking fantastic life, Aryn. You… you became this incredible, fierce, brilliant woman. You fell in love with a powerful, complicated man, and you tamed him. You stood up to his awful family. You have friends who adore you. You have a life you built with your own two hands and that wicked-sharp tongue of yours.”