Romans & histoires Trading My Last Chance To Live

Squatting down, I held her chin and whispered into her ear, "In my previous life, you two scoundrels leeched off me, and you're doing it again in this life. Shayla, do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?" Shayla's eyes widened, her expression filled with horror. "You… you are…" "Yes, that's right. I was reborn, just like you," I whispered. Shayla shook her head hard. "No, that's impossible. If you were reborn, why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Something occurred to her. She grabbed my hand and asked, "No, wait. In the previous life, you bought this lottery ticket and won 50 million dollars. It was the same shop and the same numbers. What happened?"

"Ruby had a relapse. I stayed with her at the hospital. You know she's an orphan. She doesn't really have anyone else to turn to. I'm sorry I kept you waiting." He stepped toward me and reached out, trying to pull me into his arms. But I stood up and took a step back, just in time to slip out of his reach. "I'll go heat up your dinner," I said softly. Caleb nodded, a little ashamed. "Thanks, Zoe. I promise I'll make it up to you in a week." I lowered my head and said nothing. "Make it up to me? There's no 'future' for us anymore. I've only got 48 hours left to live," I thought.

Gave me something real. In that moment, I knew it even more. No matter what comes, I'll protect this. I'll protect them. Because I found my peace. The past—who was right, who was wrong—it'll fade with time. My new life started a long time ago.

My palm comes away shaking… not from fear but from the effort of holding myself together. “Please,” I whisper under my breath, the word so quiet I’m not sure anyone hears it. “Let her live.” I have never prayed in my life, I don’t believe in mercy from above… I’ve built everything with blood and strategy but I would trade all of it right now. The houses, the ports, offshore accounts. Take it!!Take everything!!! Just let her live…. The tech’s typing slows and my eyes snap to him immediately. “What?” I demand. He doesn’t answer right away instead he tightens his jaw , his fingers press a few more keys as if hoping the system will change its mind.

Underneath, the feed had been hijacked by the familiar Tribunal’s and crest. The text bar at the bottom screamed: **HIGH HOWL TRIBUNAL CONFIRMS AUCTION—SPECIAL LIVE LOT ANNOUNCEMENT TOMORROW.**

For the first time in ten years, my mate ordered me to take a vacation. Seven days in Norway. No council meetings, no trade negotiations, no midnight calls about the pack's accounts. I thought Alpha Adrian Blackwood had finally noticed how tired I was. Then I overheard him talking to our son. “Dad, if you stand beside Aunt Vanessa at a public vow ceremony, what happens to Mom?” “Nothing happens to your mother. There’ll be no mating mark and no second bond.” Adrian laughed softly. “The ceremony only places Vanessa under my protection in front of the pack.” “But it looks like a wedding.” “It’s only a public promise, Finn. Your mother and I still have the real bond. She doesn’t need to know. Ke

To win votes for the school's annual honors award, my stingy roommate picked rotten fruit out of the trash and made it into fruit cups for our classmates. The moment I found out, I rushed to stop them from eating it. Instead, they accused me of being jealous and tore into me for trying to ruin their chances. That very night, they were rushed to the hospital with severe food poisoning. Afterward, my roommate framed me, claiming I had deliberately poisoned the fruit because I did not want her to win the school honors award. She even hid a bottle of pesticide in my locker and convinced our other two roommates to lie for her. With no way to prove my innocence, I became the target of furious

It seemed as if he were cracking jokes about everything in life. “Oh, my... I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing. However, Live Suicide is legit, so don’t be concerned about it. We are not swindlers, and we are particularly not interested in selling you to a syndicate in order to profit,” he said to me while maintaining the smirk that was plastered on his lips. “When you die at Live Suicide, we’ll offer you money, and then you’ll assume we’ll sell you to earn money? Hahaha. Don’t make me laugh. Million is just a penny to us,” he said.

he finally says. “Let’s do it, who needs a fucking gym,” Chance shouts, grinning. I look down at my blood soaked body. I see I'm insanely hard, my body full of the rush from my kill. I don’t care a single bit. I'm about to show everyone what I can do, and if they see that too, oh well. I just have to wonder what Livia will think of it ... and my kill. I bet all of her shiny pretty boys only got deer or little game.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."