The Lives Of Others Novel Novels & Stories

She stared at herself for a few seconds before she shook her head and changed into a more modest outfit - jeans, a white t-shirt, and nice shoes - before heading to Timothy's condominium. The grand housing complex, with over a hundred units, resembled a luxury hotel, catering to high-income individuals. Althea stood before Timothy's door, house number 64, took a deep breath, and rang the doorbell. After two rings, Timothy emerged, closing the door behind him. Althea's eyes welled up with tears as she took in the sight of Timothy's battered body - puncture wounds on his face, a broken nose, cut lips, a black eye, and marks on his hands indicating prolonged bondage. His features were a deep sh

I don’t have time to rest when I’m responsible for the protection and well being of my mafia and their family’s. The past three days here in Italy I couldn’t stop thinking about little one and Angela and when I boarded the private jet there was this thought at the back of my head about them.. Will I be able to completely cut them off , forget about them and move on with my life as if I never met them. Without even realising, the both of them made a difference in my life in some sort of way. They made an impact on my dark life. Making me feel some sort of feelings towards the both of them but to top it all off I don’t know why but Octavious was also in there somewhere. I couldn’t stop thinkin

She slammed her cane against Tilda's back. "How shameless!" she barked. "What happens between you two is your business. Why are you announcing it in public? And wearing something so revealing? You're humiliating us!" In my last life, one servant got fired just for wearing shorts. After that, I was extra careful. It was because I lived so cautiously that I barely managed to survive in the Pearsons. But Tilda always assumed my life was easier just because I had a good husband. She never stopped to think—why should a good life depend on someone else?

Elijah commanded, his voice devoid of any emotion. Rough hands grabbed her arms and legs, lifting her as if she were a sack of grain. They dumped her onto the mattress, the jolt sending a fresh wave of agony through her. She finally focused her eyes. Beside Elijah stood an old man in a stained coat, his face pale and sweaty, his hands trembling. He carried a black leather bag. "Please," the old man stammered, looking anywhere but at Angel. "My lord, this is... this is not my work. I am a physician, not a... not a butcher."

He always liked to keep his personal life away from everything else, it’s one of the few things Leah liked about their relationship. It felt private and personal, and their home had become her safe space. With everything happening in the past few days, this house was her only escape, but now Chantelle was here. It’s been a day, and already the woman was infiltrating and taking over everything in her life. Derek let out a long sigh, the excitement in his eyes dimming as he spoke, “There were a few things we didn’t get to at work for the presentation tomorrow, and since Chantelle was already in the neighborhood, I decided it’ll be easier to just meet here,”

“Someone is accusing me of using their life story as a basis for the character.” “You know a serial killer? Are you in danger?” It should have been funny, but nothing made Lisa laugh anymore, nothing brought her joy. Her life had become grey and listless since the night Mason walked out and nothing she did seemed to shift the fog that surrounded her. “No, it’s my neighbor. He thinks I used his life story in my book.” “Well, did you?” Lisa shook her head. “He was my inspiration, but nothing in the book has any part of his life in it. Hyde looks similar and he has a tragic past, but none of the details are the same. I wouldn’t do that, you know I wouldn’t do that.”

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

"Relax. I'm earning enough now to cover my meds. Look, these are what I bought with my salary." I scooped up a handful of colorful pills, tossed them back, and swallowed without hesitation. Then I frowned, falling into a long silence as I pressed a hand to my chest and finally exhaled in relief. When I looked up, William was staring at me. His eyes were faintly red at the corners. I let out a sudden laugh. "Impressed?" He lowered his gaze. His smile was soft, but it carried a quiet bitterness. "Yeah." … [In the Next Life — December 31, 2023, 11:45 PM — I Hope You Live a Long Life, Part Two]

"Why not?" "You could've had a peaceful life as a doctor, healing people and saving lives. With your talent, you would've become a legendary physician. But agreeing to search for the assassins means you'll be venturing into our world, one filled with violence and bloodshed. There's no room for kindness here." "What are you trying to say, Lord Drakeford?" Cassian asked, still not getting it yet. "Do you remember what Nino said? He made it clear there's nothing in this world he can't find out if he wants to," Thiago reminded Cassian.

“Ava, you know I don’t buy into your supernatural theories.” Ava sighed, “I said I grew up in a family that knows too much, and I know when something isn’t right.” Luna held her gaze, torn between skepticism and the nagging unease she refused to acknowledge. Ava sat back, exhaling. “Just promise me one thing.” “What?” “Be careful around Deverell Blackwood.” Luna scoffed. “Trust me, that won’t be a problem.” But Ava’s expression didn’t change. She knew what she saw. And something about Deverell wasn’t human. Because she knew, very well, that there exist others along with humans in this world. She had seen them.