The Life She Was Given Summary Novels & Stories

Her eyes fluttered as she looked down at her hands, which were grabbing onto her dress underneath the table, like her life depeneded on them. At first, she had been scared of death. She didn’t want to die. She loved this life. Her parents, her friends, Vanessa and Russo, well, until now. She had lost everything. There was nothing left to live for. The only thing she felt was sadness and pain. Maybe if she died, this nightmare would end. Maybe she would return to her life as Adelaide, and she would burn this godforsaken book she had writen. It was the best choice. With a smile, she looked up at Rael and said.

And she moved forward, concentrating on her studies completely. And now here she was. On the verge of poverty, she had a shitty job and parents who couldn't care less about her. She wasn't about to call herself a murderer just yet since she hadn't killed anyone yet. But soon. Eden didn't know how her life completely turned around in the space of 1 night, but it did, majorly. Maybe it was for the best and maybe it wasn't, there was only one way to find out.

He was used to being obeyed. But she wasn’t that person anymore. The little lost lady who had no where else to go or knew who to turn to after waking up from a coma and at the same time was six months pregnant. She had spent too long feeling lost, trying to piece together a life that felt fragmented after the accident. She had tried and failed to look for anything that was related to her and finally gave up. Listening and obeying grandfather Wellesley was never by Choice. It had been her last option after everything had failed. She had endured living on his whims and after six years, was Finally free to live her life the way she wanted.

Even when father treated her like an outcast, she somehow gained pity from people. Several times I frustrated her, she bounced back on her feet. Then, I took Kael away from her and watched her crumble. For some time I thought I have finally put her in her place but she bounced back again. She is now a fucking queen, she is married to the most powerful man in the country. A position I desperately wanted, she got it without doing too much. Why does she end up getting the good things? Why does life keep treating her fairly and me unfairly?

"Jerome, don't you get it? Every dime in your pocket comes from our generosity. We've been helping you treat your mother. Shape up or slink out penniless. You have two days to think it through." The ultimatum hung in the air, and the crowd awaited my capitulation. I just wrenched free from Martha's grip and stormed out. My childhood friend, Megan Murray, waited in my car, handing me a dossier. She cocked her head and jabbed at the incriminating findings. "This report should seal the deal." "Thanks for the effort," I replied. "Tomorrow, we're giving Martha a big surprise."

She didn't go back to her old life. She chose this life. That line, where she realizes she's no longer Clara the curator? Yeah... that stayed with me. Because it's not sad. It's not even regretful. It's... acceptance. Almost like she found a version of herself she didn't even know existed. And honestly? That's what makes it so addictive. It's not just about him taking her. It's about her wanting to be taken into something bigger, darker, more thrilling than her old life ever was.

But sitting on the porch in the dark, having heard what Vivian had just told her, she understood that the mission she had assigned to the second life had been hers, not the life's. The life had not been given back because she had debts to collect. It had been given back because her mother had stood beside a bed at midnight and refused to let her go. The second life was not a weapon. It was not a mandate. It was not the universe's selection of someone special for a special purpose. It was love, extended past the point where love is supposed to stop — and something in the space between what is and what isn't, attending to that extension and answering it.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

Living felt worse than dying, and she sank into complete despair. Just when she thought she would die there, someone suddenly bailed her out. She thought her name had finally been cleared. Hope flickered back to life, only for that person to knock her unconscious. When Serena woke again, she realized she had been taken to an underground slave farm. This was the darkest corner of the entire pack. Inside were Rogues exiled for crimes, slaves abandoned by their masters, and captives from rival packs. They were forced to fight each other for scraps of food.

"Sharon… you must've gone through so much pain…" I couldn't even describe the pain I'd been through. All I knew was that when the flames consumed me, I felt nothing but pure despair, inside and out. It wasn't until later that I realized my despair had come too soon. Anya's intentional overdose and Quentin's smug plotting were like knives, cutting deeper and deeper into my soul. "There was also a child…" The staff member seemed worried Quentin wouldn't be able to handle the blow. After hesitating for a moment, he finally continued, "The child had the worst injuries and died on the spot, so we had to cremate her right away.