After Life Book Novels & Stories

We had been together just for ten years, but I knew we would have more, in this lifetime and the next, even in the afterlife. And no matter where the afterlife will take us, I am now ready to face it head-on, as long as Adan Stone Robinson is holding my hand. THE END. Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Demon / October 2022 - February 2023 Lovelies,

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

I think about the fact that I've documented our entire journey from the beginning to now. The first book was testimony. It was survival. It was what happened to me and how I survived it. The second book was healing. It was transformation. It was what we built from the survival. This book is what comes after. It's what it looks like to live in the life you've built. It's what it looks like to choose someone for so long that the choosing becomes invisible because it's so woven into who you are. The working title is simply: Always. Because that's the answer to the question. That's the response to the daily choosing. That's what love actually means when you understand it completely.

"Yeah." "But that was two months ago." "Exactly. The book ended. We didn't." "So what happens in the sequel?" Cale asked. "If there are no death threads? If there is no countdown?" "There is no sequel. This is just... the rest of our lives." "That sounds... unstructured." "It's freedom." Cale stood up. He picked up the book. He walked to the bookshelf. He placed it next to the old, battered notebook—the original Archive.

I didn't know. "Great. Then where else would I be travelling to?" "Ocean, then, fire and then-" "Wait, fire? What does that stands for now, huh?" "Nothing. Just fire." "Oh." He continued immediately without even considering my singled statement reply. "Then, the woods and then, the next life." "So, like the after life or something?" "No. No one has ever been to the afterlife unless they were dead." He replied, his brows sliding upwards in confusion. How was I supposed to know that next life and after life were different!

he said as he kissed her temple. “Where’s Felix?” she asked as she looked around. Alice looked at her hands as she said, “I think he’s out back in the rocking chair. He tends to go there quite a bit.” “He’s still processing,” Olga assured her. “He’ll have to come to grips with things soon,” Arthur said with a tone that sounded firm, but sympathetic. “It’s been months since Ari died. At some point he’ll have to join the living again. We’ll be heading for the surface soon. Won’t we?”

Chapter-105 (Meeting dad) AFTERLIFE Eddie woke up and found himself in the afterlife. He knew it was the end of the road for him and was happy he had finished Tony himself before he died. He looked everywhere and noticed it had changed from how it was the last time he was there. He got up and his face was full of smiles. "This place has really changed". Eddie muttered. He could see different kinds of animals playing with themselves, fishes jumping out from the river and going back inside. He could see the fireflies everywhere and beautiful flowers. It was such a beautiful sight to see.

He glanced down at me and laughed. You sure are tiny for being Kaulu's son," he said and I shrugged saying I took after my mother and he nodded as he waved for me to follow him. We walked up a path through the dense foliage and came upon a hut. Ukupanipo paused and bowed his head. I could smell decaying flesh. "Are you sure I can revive her completely, because I am smelling something pretty rotten," I mumbled sourly and covered my nose. He glared at me and entered the hut. He walked back out and tossed me a small book.

He patted my back while whispering how much sorry he was for not being there for me and that he loves me so much. Afterwards, he encourage me to continue while his face is still unreadable. “One day, as if God heard my prayers, when I thought I would never make it alive, mom take out her last weapon to hurt me more or maybe end my life, a gun. As she pointed it to me, we heard sirens outside. I don’t know exactly what happened next but before I lose my consciousness I heard lots of gun firing.” “I woke up in a hospital with lots of cuts and lacerations all over my body and two gun wounds. My dad, Deacon, Auntie Irene, Uncle Kurt and surprisingly, my grandma was there too. Later that day, Gra

Shades of the black night gradually appeared in lustre as the door glided slowly, revealing what the kingdom hid beyond. On the ground of the Rizolir, each one, there had a story to tell. Whether we believed it or not, everyone - from protectors to guards- had unspoken diaries of what their life was like before stepping into Rizolir. And I wasn't an exception.