Novel & Cerita The Lives We Live

"Miss Renée is being charged with third-degree arson. She needs to come with us now." My life is over. I'm dead. I'm fucking screwed. My throat is dry. My head is banging. I think I'm going to vomit. ****

Raven: Life is beautiful, life is sweet Life is wonderful, meet the right people and you can make ends meet Life is sorrowful, life is full of deceit Life is hurtful, I so don't get it Personally, I'd say we choose to live in a delusion Mind so full of abstract ideas that we can't achieve perfection Only dwelling on one facet of life as tho that's it's only definition Blocking out other possibilities cause we fear it makes us an abomination Life gives you highs, life gives you lows Life can make you grow cold, life can make you grow gold

"It's not too late to change your mind, to choose something quieter." "I'm certain." The conviction in my own voice was almost startling. "These are our people now. This is our life. I want to celebrate that properly." Our people. Our life. The possessive pronouns felt natural as breathing, as if I'd been waiting my entire existence to find circumstances where claiming connection felt like expansion rather than limitation. Outside our windows, the domain was waking to another day of whatever normal looked like in places where supernatural creatures built families from choice rather than mere biology. Soon we would join them, would begin the process of discovering what domestic life looked li

"What happens now? What do we do with the rest of our lives?" Elara was quiet for a moment. "I think we live," she finally said. "We build our house by the lake. We watch our daughter grow up. We help our people thrive. We love each other every single day." "And is that enough? Is it enough to just... be happy?"

Cafes filled with quiet conversations and fogged windows. One snowy afternoon, Lena stood at the window again, watching flakes drift lazily downward. “Do you think people realize how much of their lives they spend waiting?” she asked. “For what?” “For the next phase,” she said. “The next achievement. The next disaster. The next big thing. As if everything in between is just rehearsal.” Eli joined her. “Maybe we need rehearsal to learn how to live.” “Or maybe we need to stop rehearsing and start performing,” she replied.

Antonio, sounding even more frustrated than ever, stood up and walked around the room while grunting non-stop. “Life? You call this life, Anton? You, of all people I trusted, lied to me for several years. You, of all people I trusted, allowed Jim to slip off your sight. We barely see the light. We breathe smog everyday. Everyday we fear that the person we are talking to now, won’t be there tomorrow. We live like animals. No, actually, animals live comfortably better than us. We are living in a shithole! This is barely life? I thought we had the same ideals but it seemed you have forgotten what we are fighting for.”

My sudden movement startled Wendy. "Rosalie, what are you doing? Even if Ricky's gone, you have to stay strong. You're still young, and you can always have another baby." Another baby? I almost laughed in her face. Ever since Ryan moved in with us, Terence and I hadn't shared a single intimate moment. If we got even a little closer, he'd make a loud scene and broadcast it to the entire neighborhood. In an age where newlyweds caught making normal nighttime noises were dragged out and paraded through the streets in disgrace, Terence and I turned into the most intimate strangers.

This was about everything, our lives, our people, our very existence and it wasn’t just about surviving anymore. “Fabian! brace yourself,” I said, barely able to speak. “It’s just getting started

Alice thinks it was foolish to act on something that you don't even fully know about, but then again, she only knows a portion of the whole situation as well and it's also true that she doesn't remember her very first life. Clarisse couldn’t think of any other reason but the same as Alice suggested. It was still vague, but she could work on something. "I’ll try looking into this case again, but I really need a lead this time. Are you ready to give me specific information about the past lives you had? We might find any other information or clue because of it." It wasn’t the first time that Clarisse asked for it, but Alice refused to share specific information about them. For most of them, onl

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