Romans & histoires Trading My Last Chance To Live

I rave, not caring whether I look crazy, “How incredibly low of you.” Now that I think about it, how fast was he able to make such a transaction? It’s crazy how much you can do when you have billions at your disposal. “This is not a game!” I shout into his face, “This is not about having the last say. This is about the lives of innocent men and women who have less than two weeks to find a new home or else they’ll be out on the streets!” He watches me rage with a blank, almost bored expression. When I pause to catch my breath, he finally gets the chance to speak,

” He paused, then let out a cold laugh as he added, "But as long as you're alive, there's always a chance you might figure things out. What if one day you lose your mind and cause trouble? "That's why Mom and Dad deliberately dumped you in that village and told the villagers to make your life a living hell. We didn't expect you to survive and escape, though. But this time, you're done for. Just die peacefully. We will be grateful to you." I was filled with hate and rage as I drew my last breath. Right after I died, my family even sold my organs. My chest tightened as I remembered everything from my previous life. I clenched the lottery ticket in my hand and made a silent vow, "This time, I w

“I’m going to die again.” “Yes, Host. This is your last chance, but since all your wishes except the first were made for others, you are granted a special permission—this final wish has no restrictions. The last wish would definitely come true, but you yourself would not be able to revive again.” The System hesitated for a long time before speaking. “Host, I suggest you consider wishing to go to another world and start a new life, or perhaps—” It rambled on, truly caring about me.

But what was the worst that could happen? They’d say no. Which, last I checked, didn’t kill people. I leaned back in the booth, staring at the ad glowing on my cracked screen. “This is it,” I whispered. My voice came out shaky. “My second chance.” Of course, I had no idea what kind of man—or family—was waiting on the other end of that ad. But I was about to find out.

“£5,000, or you best believe this is the last time you will ever speak to her in your sad, sorry life!” “Tonia, please,” I pleaded. “I don't have that kind of… ” “£5,000 or consider this a permanent farewell.”

"You were the one who insisted on going. You said you’d leave the good life to me. Now I’ve taken it." Mathias choked, unable to respond. He struggled to his feet and lunged at me. "It’s all you. It’s all because of you! You stole my luck! In the last life, you were the one who stayed with Dad and lived well. Why is it different this time?!" He shouted out the secret. Mom froze. "What ‘last life’? Mathias, what are you talking about?" Mathias had completely lost it. "Mom, both of us were reborn. In the last life, Dad got rich from redevelopment and became a millionaire! He must’ve stolen my luck and deliberately let me go with Dad this time. He’s trying to kill me!"

"It's fine. Lilibeth has always been hard to kill. Her luck has always been good." He then turned to me, his voice stiff. "I guess this also counts as a once in a lifetime opportunity. You'll get two hundred thousand dollars if you pull the trigger and survive. You need to take advantage of it." The bullet comments on the livestream scrolled by even faster. [That cleaner is dead for sure! She's doomed if she pulls the trigger!] [She's betting her life for two hundred thousand dollars? She's insane!] [Hank is already being quite kind to her by giving her a chance to earn some money. Anyone else would have been tossed overboard by now.]

But maybe tomorrow will. Maybe seeing her face to face. Maybe getting down on my knees and begging. Maybe showing her I've changed. Maybe— I'm grasping at straws. I know that. But straws are all I have left. So I'm holding on. Tomorrow. Hotel Carlyle. 8 PM. My last chance. I'm not going to waste it.

Chance took a moment to consider, “Fine, I’ll tell you, just promise me you won’t judge me” “Yeah, I am not making any promises” Kara shook her head. She knew her friend well enough and how much stupid stuff he is capable off. “Come on, just tell me already” She groaned. Chance took a final deep breath and explained how things went down earlier the day before, “Who knew you can trade sex favours” She teased her friend while laughing out loud. “I didn't think he would agree”! Chance whined as well. “I was just trying to mess with him. Like he did with me in the last month. I honestly expected him to have an outburst and storm out or something”.

"Today, I saw him again. This time, I was cornered by debt collectors, and he came to my rescue like a brave warrior. He paid off my debts and gave me some money to live a good life... "Today, I sold a girl. I know I am walking down an irreversible path. It's a treacherous road, but I had no other choice... I remember someone once told me to live a good life, but I'm sorry, I won't be able to do it...