Novel & Cerita Trading My Last Chance To Live

Dad roared, rushing into the bedroom and yanking Mom up from the bed. Mom rubbed the sleep from her eyes with a huff and said self-righteously, "I sold them all! And I got two bucks for it! Don't you know how hard it is for us to survive in an economy like this? I'm being frugal so that we can live a better life!" Dad was so mad that he nearly fainted on the spot. He hurried over to the old family computer, sweating profusely, and switched it on, thinking of printing another copy as quickly as possible.

However, she refused to accept it. She placed all her hope on the upcoming graduation gala. In front of the entire school, she was going to stage a comeback. A miracle big enough to erase everything. She would use it to clear her name, attract new investors, and save both herself and her crumbling family. Through official school channels, she made a bold announcement. At the graduation gala, she would host one final 'Lucky Livestream.' It would be her biggest one yet. This time, she would grant a wish that would shock everyone.

Stop the trading. But if I do, I might kill him too. The system keeping him alive is tied to the trading output. If the profit stops, the ventilator might stop. My hand hovers over the keyboard. Then the terminal beeps. New message. Incoming. From an unknown source. Encrypted. I decrypt it. The text scrolls across the screen, green against black. DON'T TOUCH THE LINK, GABRIEL. HE'S WORTH MORE ALIVE THAN DEAD. SIGNED, C.B.

Trade required. For five seconds, the group chat went completely dead silent. Then, the floodgates opened. Mr. Wu (Apt 405): LENA?! YOU HAVE ANTIBIOTICS?! MY WIFE IS DYING! WHAT DO YOU WANT?! NAME YOUR PRICE! Mrs. Chen (Apt 302): Lena, sweetie! Remember when I gave you that zucchini from my garden two years ago?! I need three cases of water! Apt 201 (Gamer Guy): Do you have double-A batteries?! My wireless controller is dead! I’ll trade you my entire mechanical keyboard collection!

Your love means nothing to me anymore. "But—" "What could you possibly say? I only have two months left." I tipped my head and smiled. "Johan, didn't you say you were tired of me? Perfect. I only have two months left to live." Once I was dead, he wouldn't have to see me anymore. Johan's eyes reddened. I closed mine and leaned back as the rocking chair gently swayed, letting the pain swallow every sense. There was no cure. No matter how many famous doctors he found, I was still going to die.

Both of them crumpled to the floor. Jasper didn't understand what was happening. He was still too young to understand what death meant. Curiously, he toddled over to the wooden chest and peeked inside. Then, his eyes lit up. He squealed in surprise and clapped his little hands excitedly as he pointed inside over and over, making mushed, incomprehensible sounds that sounded like "Addie". He reached out and tried to grab my hand. But all he touched were my cold, stiff fingertips.

I'd thought everything would change after Caleb appeared. But seeing that familiar gift bag, my eyes reddened uselessly, and my vision blurred. Just as I clung greedily to that brief moment, Vivian's phone rang. She hurriedly let go of the bag. The things inside spilled out. My mouth twitched. My heart felt as if it had been stabbed. Still refusing to give up, I asked, "What... is this?" Vivian froze with the phone in her hand and glanced at the underwear scattered across the floor.

My aunt said, "He can't be doing this forever." I replied, "He'll stop once he gets tired of being on his feet." My heart had turned cold the moment I was buried alive in my past life. In this life, my heart had frozen over again in the freezing winds at the evacuation center. A heart that had gone completely cold could never feel warmth again. Meanwhile, the scandal over the surveillance video continued to escalate. People on the internet combed through everything on Gigi's social media accounts, discovering countless loopholes in every update that was posted since her return to the country.

To Chance, quite literally sticking his head back into her life after walking out of it all those years ago. “Last call, princess, or I blow the horn. Lots of hopefuls out there tonight waiting for a shot.”

I was still trying to understand what he meant by "final" All of a sudden, True shifted, took control of me and rolled out of the way. "What are you doing?" I asked. "Saving your life, idiot". She retorted." What are you trying to do? Get yourself killed?" "What are you..." But then I saw what had just happened. I'd totally forgotten about Marshall. The wolf who'd won the first round while I won the second. I had made a huge error. A fatal mistake that if not for True would have cost me my life.