Some Other Lifetimes のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Avant is in her late twenties, a woman who came from a prominent family in North London. I can sense that this body is not happy to live her life. Maybe that’s the reason why I woke up to take over her identity for God knows how long! I exclaimed out of frustration. I just came from a war last night I was a soldier the other day who fought in a battle against Russia. The body that I have taken care of was owned by a cowardly soldier he has been in love with the other guy who’s also a coward like him and he even used women to cover up his real self what a pathetic mortal. His body died and maybe that was the reason why I have to switch to another body again. For decades of jumping from body to body one thing I figured is that when I accomplished something or helped the person I have taken over with, that’s the cue that I have to leave. It was like hitting two birds with one stone. I help them and they help me too in the sense that I used their bodies to find my inamorata. How far are

From a peasant to an old man who was in despair from the unfairness of life. Thereafter to a suicidal office lady, and back to being a man again but it was a divorced gal who longed for his children's presence and back to an ambitious man of greed and at last to my hundredth and unfortunately last body. If I am going to fail again then, I have to pack up and surrender to the underworld. And for the love of the universe, I ended up in a dying body. This girl's body is as weak as a granny even weaker perhaps. How can I find her if I have to take over this body? I got up from bed and stared long at my window. This family is well off, not bad but they are damn chaotic there are banters everywhere the patriarch of the family is quite an autocratic, misogynistic son of a bitch that everyone is scared of him even the wife. How can men treat their women awfully? I'm not generalizing but as I've ventured into this modern era 70% of men are the same. Women can't be ahead of men, which I think i

Present I woke up from a weird dream, again. I shake my head and started looking for my glasses. Damn, where did I toss it last night? My eyes are kinda heavy I slept for only five hours after my evening shift as a cashier in a grocery store nearby our home. I can't believe I'm dreaming that weird stuff, it has been so long since I had that dream again or maybe I am just so tired of both physical and mental torture. My energy is draining so fast with just small nuisances on an everyday basis and I'm kinda hating it. The weird figure of a woman who was calling me Ei, Izzy? I don't know exactly the things she was saying. Whatever it was just a dream. and a very eerie one. Dragging my butt off the bed for buttercup's sake early morning shift is illegal! Five more minutes and another five and five and many fives until my brain functions well telling me I needed to get up or else goodbye to my first day of last year in college. I looked at the mirror as it adds up to my frustrati

I owned a personal corner where my comfort zone is, and it is under my bed. Weird but I like hiding underneath ever since I was little, I have been doing this and I can’t seem to get rid of it. If someone will see me right now, will probably think I have to go to a mental institution, except for my brother. He may not be the best and often missing in action at least to act as my guardian, I know he truly cares about me and can pick up on my idiosyncrasies of all the people, not even my parents when they are still here. It has been a decade since I realized that this cold surface of the world will anchor me, that I have to walk my ass alone without any blanket of comfort from anyone nor a torch to lead the way. My parents were both serving in the military they even got engaged during their working hours. How stupid was that? Instead of securing their lives to be safe my dad got to his knees and proposed, telling my mom that if it was their last at least they will see each other in the

The street is busy as always, people are everywhere, the noise pollution is something that is still not accepted in my system. For someone like me I mean, good thing that she likes silence as well. I stare at her face she seemed lost in her thoughts again her grasp on the steering wheel is tight that I can see the veins in her knuckles, her perfectly trimmed eyebrows are still frowning. Adam and Mira saw us in the parking lot after we got everything that I need to have a faster recovery the infirmary Doctor had told me I needed a dose of Iron supplement and rest because my blood test is not that good. I got scared at first because I remember the repetitive sickness when I was younger. I got terrified by the news but all my worries disappeared like bubbles when she caressed my back and assured me I’ll be fine. I want to savor her warmth until the famous cousins barged in. Adam insisted to take me home but good thing Mira disagreed because she has an appointment and she got no driver t