Afterlives Book Novels & Stories

All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Copyright © 2021 by A.E Ilupeju. Alll rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior permission in writing of the Author. The After-End - The amnesiac monk who tries to remember his memory as he journeys through hell in search of his family.

I lost not only my ability to have children, but also the love I once had for him. Elijah only knew that I'd lost my fertility and ability to conceive. After learning this, he'd remind me of it every so often. He constantly made me feel like it was my personal curse to suffer. After Elijah left, I didn't hesitate before leaving that house. I wanted to visit my parents' cemeteries in this world first, to say goodbye to them. Elijah and I had chosen that location together, wanting to give my folks a peaceful resting place. The graves were also built with the money he'd earned from his first project after establishing his business empire. It was compensation he owed my parents.

And that is a story that will last forever. END OF BOOK

Stupid overthinking drunk brain. “Let’s go to sleep.” We climb in Zain’s bed and he quickly falls asleep. I turn to my side away from him. My mind is going a million miles a minute. I am still trying to figure out why I am acting the way I am. Suddenly Zain’s arm wraps around me. We have slept in the same bed many of nights. His couch was uncomfortable and there was no way either of us was sleeping on that thing. Add to that the number of people that come in and out of the house all night. We both have too much trauma for that. Listening for his breathing, I realize he is dead to the world, unaware of his actions. It doesn’t take long before I succumb to exhaustion and pass out.

I was sinking into the bed of flowers. I looked around for something—anything—that I could use to stabilize myself, but I was sinking fast. "Fuck this!" I closed my eyes, not wanting to witness my fall. Is it possible for someone to die again in the afterlife, because I may likely be the first? I could imagine what my obituary would be like; here lies the spirit of Isabella, who dies in the afterlife.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

Taking your life back from the very thing that robbed you of it has got to be one of the most priceless feelings for a ton of people. It was for me, anyway. :) Please be sure to keep a look out for the third and final book of this series, "Not All Who Dream Are Sleeping".

Her baby kicked gently, as if sensing her heartbreak. Lucian stood alone in the snow. Watching the woman he was falling in love with disappear into the night. ****** The Apartment That Doesn’t Feel Safe Anymore The penthouse was too quiet, too large and too cold. Too filled with the ghost of Lucian’s presence. Elara sat on the edge of the bed Marek escorted her to, hands trembling, her mind replaying Damien’s words over and over. He killed someone for you. A good man. Someone you trusted.

" Oh, had I ever? For him, I could even give up my own life. How could he ask something like that? I laid there like a soulless puppet for ten years, every waking moment torturing my soul. Even now, after everything had been reset, I still couldn’t forget the feeling that clung to my bones, shadowing my every step. "I don't love you anymore, so please… Let me go." Like a wooden puppet whose strings had been detached from him, Horace stood there dumbly. After a long while, he finally moved, stiffly turning around and leaving. "Fine."

Adrian looked at RK curiously. "Adrian, let me tell you, when people reach a certain age, they have to go to another world. People in this world can't see people from that other world. In the future, Darling and I will also go to another world to reunite with your great-grandmother. Adrian, you will have to live in this world alone. After many, many years, you will go to that world. We all will have to go to that stage, and the stage of life and death cannot be avoided. Do you understand?" RK squatted down and looked at Adrian seriously. "Thus, you have to study hard. When you grow up, you can take care of Alia. Darling and I will go to another world to take care of your great-grandmother. S