A Thousand Lifetimes Book Novels & Stories

An echo called after me but I wasn't sure if it was Layla’s voice or I was hallucinating in my last moments that she’d called out to me. As darkness enveloped me and the claws of death received my flawed soul, the last thought that crossed my mind was that I’d give my life for Layla in a thousand lifetimes and it would be worth it every single time.

The house will be stormy, maybe even reach him ears. But... it's not exactly unilateral maybe it's just a step towards another page. For example, you are living your life at this moment, and I am also living my other life. We are like two parallel lines that do not collide or exist in the other person is life.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

Shirley asked with a raised eyebrow and it took everything in Maxwell for him to keep his heartbeat steady. "She is a colleague that knows what I am and has helped me countless times. You can trust her," he told Shirley and she nodded. "I want you to have this. Read it, it will help you master control of your wolf side. Being a wolf, it is a lot Shirley. It is going to be tough keeping that part of you in check, especially as you go on about your life, but the contents of this journal would help you as it has helped me," Maxwell said, handing Shirley a journal he had fished from the backseat of his car. It was his dad's journal. She accepted it with a light smile, and then the both of them s

ALISA’S POV The live stream had ended thirty minutes ago, but the city didn’t need me to sign off. It was already voting with every share, every comment, every desperate phone call flooding Kael’s inbox. I stood in the middle of the penthouse living room, barefoot on cool marble, wearing only one of his black shirts that skimmed my thighs. The claiming mark on my shoulder throbbed in time with the bond—golden threads pulsing warm and constant, like they were sealing us into something eternal. Kael paced three steps away, phone pressed to his ear, voice low and lethal as he dismantled yet another threat.

The library, bathed in the soft glow of the enchanted crystals, stood witness to a moment that transcended the boundaries of time. Luna sighed, a mixture of relief and acknowledgment. The cosmic tapestry had unveiled another layer of its intricate design, and Luna, with the Book of Luna as her witness, embraced the destiny that awaited her as an elder. The legacy of Nampa continued to be written, and Luna, with the wisdom of ages, carried the pen.

“She’s more than that. She’s... connected. She can see things that others can’t.” Luna sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “Ava...” “I’m serious, Luna.” Ava’s tone was different now. Firm. “I grew up around this stuff. My family’s been dealing with the supernatural for generations.” Luna opened her mouth, but Ava cut her off. “And before you tell me I’m being ridiculous, look at the next picture.” Then she whispered, “His shadow is wrong.” Luna rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on. Not this anymore.”

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)