The Lives Of Others Novel นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

He lost his job over the scandal and watched his life fall apart overnight. On my birthday, he bought a cake and set it on the table. He sang Happy Birthday to an empty room, then picked up a kitchen knife and drove it into his own chest. "Curtis… I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he muttered under his breath. I watched it all, calm and distant, feeling lighter than I ever had. Before I left, I went to see Janice one last time. She had secured her graduate placement and earned a scholarship. Her life was finally getting better.

"You're the real monster. Am I right? Didn't you assault that girl and blame it on Zack? Because of you, two innocent people lost their lives! Yet, you still feel no remorse!" Howard was bewildered. He never expected the truth to come to light one day. He knelt on the floor and prostrated himself in front of Gemma. "Gemma, we're sorry. Henry has changed! Since they're dead, let them remain dead. Can't we just live our lives?"

If I hadn't been in a rush to get Kelly to the hospital, I wouldn't have had to waste 800 dollars just to get the clamps removed from the ambulance. The money itself wasn't the issue; Jake's arrogance was. There was no way I was going to allow someone as overbearing as him to continue working as a security guard in the complex and keep making trouble for me. My gaze fell on his smug face. Soon enough, an idea formed in my mind. When Jake saw I wasn't responding, he quickly lost interest and walked away. … Jenna and I stood waiting outside the operating room like two strangers. Finally, the light above the OR door turned off. The doctor came out first.

They'd read 9 Lives, 10 Circles, and been tested on it. He wished he had a copy right now. It was a fiction book about one tom's attempt to gain an audience with the Black Devil. It read like a tour guide of the Underworld, down to the minutest detail, when it didn't go into the scratchings of the main character's slowly twisting mind.

She quipped, "I did not expect you to invite all those people. At first, I was worried that you would invite no one because you didn't want to dirty your new home." While rubbing a grease stain off the floor, I stuck out my tongue at her. I wasn't angry at the remark at all. Instead, I joked, "Oh, don't you know that it's good to have some people around a new place? They help absorb some of the chemicals from the new paint." She rolled her eyes at me. "Ah, stop it. Just admit that your OCD symptoms have improved by leaps and bounds." Then, she grinned cheekily as she spilled some tea. "That handsome psychologist, Theo Lautner, called me a few days ago. He wanted my advice on confessing his l

"Eleanor, have you thought this through? This project requires total isolation. Once you head off, you won't be able to see your family." Jonathan Hensley's words pulled me back from my thoughts. My eyes were still damp. A lot had happened at home these past few days—nothing everyone at the institute didn't know about. I, Eleanor Shaw, was a fraud. "I know this incident has hit you hard, but you shouldn't act rashly. This concerns your life."

But everyone seems to be the wrong woman and he sucks their blood for them to die. It's a horrible past and I can't help but also feel sad with what I'm seeing. After all the killing spree for the past years, he finally lost all hope and just gave up. He ended up hunting animals for their blood instead. As if he refused to kill more people and get disappointed in the end.

He beamed at them. Porter looked at the officer in disbelief. What is he trying to do? Does he think he is a principal and they are his students in detention? Hell, this is so funny. L didn’t even experience this at school. Why is this happening to him now?! Then he looked at Janine who is writing fast onto the bond paper. If not for this girl. This girl, really! He sighed hard and started his own reflection paper. Why must this happen to him? What wrong has he done in his past life to deserve this?!

The gentle and protective way he fussed over her was something I hadn't seen once in the decade of marriage. My coworkers' expressions shifted from confusion to absolute disgust. Condemnation washed over me in wave after wave. I was nailed to the pillar of shame—scorned, judged, treated like filth. My flinty gaze locked onto Zachary. "Zachary, keep in mind that I will remember every second of this circus you two put on today. You're the one pushing everything past the point of no return. So, don't you dare blame me for what comes next."