Afterlives Book Novels & Stories

"There are a hundred thousand people who came back from three hundred years of consciousness and don't know how to be in a body anymore. Who are grieving physical life they lost and physical people they'll never find and the experience of between they chose and no longer have." She paused. "That isn't ending. That's transition. It isn't different from what you've been doing." He was quiet for a moment. "Elena wrote about this." "She wrote about everything." "There's a passage. Late in the notes. She says the world after isn't a reward." He looked at the empty section. "It's just more world. With different problems than the ones before." He paused. "I find that comforting."

And I understand that I need to write about it. I set aside the grant proposals and I open a new document on my computer. I stare at the blank page for a long time. I think about what I want to say. I think about what would matter to people who are in the middle of their own difficult journeys. I think about what I wish someone had told me when I was just starting this work. I start typing. "This is a book about what comes after. Not what comes after surviving. That's the first book. This is what comes after you've survived and healed and built something from the healing. This is what it looks like to exist in the life you've earned through decades of work."

Leanna made a gesture of a gun with her hand and pressed it against her temple, "That's how he ended his life. Later, Zoey was reborn. This life started off smoothly, she and Russell got married, then they tore apart the scumbag and the scumbag sister, and even found her real family, the Keller family, who treated her very, very well. Of course, she also encountered some difficulties and setbacks, until a man named Gilberto appeared and disrupted this peace and happiness. He did a lot of bad things, implanted an explosive chip in Zoey's heart, threatened Russell to betray her. Russell, of course, would not betray her, but the illusions created did make Zoey sad and hurt. Fortunately, the mis

“ Sir these are the successor books Senior Mr Huxley has been creating for you for years now. It's a blue print of everything you need to know about Huxley Automotive. With this you don't need to study hard to become a genius in Automotive like your Dad. Hearing this Jayden sighed and took the books from her but still it's all goes down to pressure, pressure, pressure and he hates pressure! Entering the car, the driver zoomed off. after much drive Jayden tapped on the driver's back seat, “ drop me off at JD club and drop these…” he points at the book on his side “ to Jeeves and have him keep them in my study room and inform him to get my Study room and the bed…. Tidy” he strained off recalli

If I had answered her call, would she still be alive? Outside the car window, the night stretched on, endless and dark. I pulled over to the side of the road and dry-heaved uncontrollably. Tears blurred my vision. Pain crept up my ankles, and the late grief bent my spine. In this endless night, my soul was crushed again and again. Did keeping a promise to the dead even mean anything anymore? In my mind, I spoke to Cherry. "This world is unbearably cruel. I thought I could survive the darkness. But now that I've seen the light… I'm sorry, Cherry. I'm breaking my promise. Please forgive me when I see you there."

I was just scanning through the book but I knew that I won't get anything more useful from it. So I went to return it and got another book on Afterlife. I wanted to know what happens when we die. Where does our soul go to? This particular book was quite self explanatory and it was more detailed than the first. I started flipping through the pages. It said that when we die our soul goes to a play where the Greeks describe as the Afterlife. According to the book,it is a place that you won't stay in for long. Your soul just goes there to stay for a while.

I can't wait to see Ria's hometown, "I'm alive... I'm alive." "Look... Miles!" "Woah." "It is man's legacy to make death harder to accept." -Author's shower thoughts.

"Good." Then Silas shouted from farther up the shore. "Luna!" She turned. He was standing beside the ancient book. It had opened itself on the ice. Pages were turning rapidly, one after another: Memory. Severance. Fire. Cold. Life. Death. Every paired symbol appeared, then vanished. Finally, the book reached its last page. Blank. Luna approached. Writing appeared, only one sentence. She read it aloud. "Nothing remains inherited forever." Darius came beside her. "That sounds suspiciously like an ending."

“ Ezra Irwin is not only an addiction but also a parasite who will kill you even after you are dead and I hope I have met my death.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: ENDING THIS BOOK HERE, WILL COME BACK WITH A SEQUEL.

During those grueling days, I drifted in and out of feverish dreams, my mind melting into a haze. Memories from two lifetimes tangled together until I could no longer tell what was real and what was a nightmare. When the shadow of death loomed tangibly overhead, all the so-called love, hatred, and grudges seemed laughable and trivial. The day I recovered, I stepped out of the hospital and took a deep breath of Malva's cool air. The sharp scent of disinfectant finally faded from my lungs, replaced by the fresh fragrance of rain-soaked grass. In that moment, I felt the boulder on my chest lift and scatter into the wind.