Novel & Cerita The Lives We Live

"While Primal Court takes people? While reality flickers? While everything falls apart? We just live?" "We live and we fight," Thorne said slowly. Understanding forming. "Not same fight. Not battle. Not strategy. We fight by refusing to stop living. Refusing to let threat destroy our happiness. Our connections. Our reality. We exist so aggressively, so completely, so fully that even if we lose. Even if they win. Even if everything ends. We'll have lived. Really lived. That's victory. That's everything." Maybe he was right. Maybe that was answer. Not perfect. Not satisfying. Not what we wanted. But true. Real. Honest.

“Most people, when they see this picture, might say that they only see a black and white picture of a bunch of homeless people happy to get a free meal, but I see more. I see a group of people who are having a hard time, but they created a family. They are looking out for one another.” The closer I move towards the picture, the more his eyes stay glued to me. Raising my hand to point out a part of the picture that people would ignore. “See, they are breaking their sandwiches in half to make sure that everyone has something to eat. They are taking care of one another, and that gives me hope. It gives me hope that no matter what cruelty we face in this world, we as human beings can still show

Even Aden remains tense till the sounds dies off. “Can we really do that?” I ask. “What?” “Can we build a home we can live in for eternity and be happily married with this fear constantly hanging over our heads? With those ‘things’ breeding in the mountains?” “Neem..” “Can we start a family like that? Bring a pup into this world where you could breathe wrong near an official and disappear forever? Is that the life you want to our baby to have?” “Neem, we’ve talked about this. This is the life we ‘have’ to live. We don’t have an option, we can only make the best of our situation.”

[Remi's POV] Everyone who lives will die, and nothing they do can stop it. That's the way things are. The circle of life. And a single undeniable truth. The minute we are born we start our journey of that cycle and we will continue down that path until we take our very last breath. However, not all life spans are the same. Some people live to an old age. Others die young. Some die of natural causes, and others die of accidents, murder, or disease. It's the sad truth of being human and death doesn’t discriminate.

She’s not dumb; she’s sharp, seeing right through it all. I let her words sit for a moment before responding. “I could say the same for you, little birdie,” I murmur, watching her reaction. “You write about people living their lives, but you don’t live yours.” I tilt my head, a silent challenge in my gaze. She goes quiet, thinking it over, and for the first time, I think she’s seeing how we connect on a deeper level. None of us are really living. We’re either creating lives for others, watching others live, or letting our pasts define us. In each other, maybe we’re finally finding a way to break that cycle.

Where we’ll fight and make up and exist and love. Where we’ll build the life we’ve been fighting for. Finally. Permanently. Together. Our home. Not his. Not mine. Ours.

When I met his gaze, he continued, "Whether this is the only reality or one of many, it's the one we're living in. It's the one where we found each other, where we have Hope, where we've built this life together. That's what matters." I felt tears welling up in my eyes. "But what about the other Bernices? The ones who might still be suffering?" Christian pulled me into his arms, his voice soft but firm. "We can't live our lives worrying about hypothetical versions of ourselves. All we can do is make the most of the life we have, here and now."

Brixlee proceeded,"Today, we have a fantastic topic in store for you.” Patty took the cue and gestured to Brixlee as she increased the sound quality, Brixlee continued. "We only live once, I’m sure we’re all familiar with this phrase but is it true? I’ve been a baby, a toddler, a teenager, an adolescent and now, a young woman. Digging a little deeper, I’ve been a daughter, a student, a waitress, a Bar Mitzvah girl, a patient, a teetotaler, a failed musician, a relentless door to door sales woman, a secretary, a wife and miraculously a soon-to-be mother. Which one was me? Which incarnation was my one life? I believe if these different me’s were to meet, there would likely be no recognition. A

I need her to. “But the point is,” I say, reaching to brush a lock of hair from her face, “— now we’re here. And you’re allowed to live. Not just survive. Not just plan. But live.” She nods slowly, thoughtfully. “So should you.” “Yeah, we should try it. We can live together. Recklessly responsible.” She narrows her eyes. “That’s not a real thing.” “It is now. Trademark pending.” She smirks, but there’s moisture in her eyes. “I guess you’re right …”

🔞 ♠️ BLACK_ACE ♠️ 🔞 ♠️ Chapter 8♠️ 👓 DAVE 👓 Sigh! What a tangled life mankind lives in. Every living day is a struggle and in every struggle there are winners and losers. Most people say that life is unbalanced and the concept of living is just nothing but a hoax, they have no idea how wrong they are.