Afterlives Novels & Stories

AVERY I tried to focus on the call, I swear I did. But when he slipped another finger inside me, stretching me. I couldn’t help but moan loudly. My toes dug into the bed, a strangled moan tearing from my throat as he stroked me with his tongue. My hands pulled at his restraints, the fire in my lower abdomen spreading as he sucked my clit, leaving me trembling under him. “Oh, God.” I gasped, arching helplessly as his fingers hit a spot.

Beyond the city, the institute waited: the lab, the project, the life I had once thought I would never live long enough to claim. I stepped forward.

The contact was unintentional, maybe, but neither shifted away. “What happens after this?” Leo asked quietly. Cris turned his head. “After Halden? After the borders? After the fact that our kingdoms might be minutes from going to war?” “All of it.” Cris drew one knee up and wrapped an arm around it. He looked younger for a moment, not the heir of Viremonthe, not the reincarnation of a girl burned for loving a prince, but simply a man exhausted from choosing between impossible paths. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I know we don’t get to stop.”

They shattered the transparent tempered glass, continuing their descent until they reached the end they had long awaited for 20 years. In their next life, they still wished to be a family. In their next life, they hoped for peace.

"The girl you once knew, the one you believed you had killed." Rowland's expression froze, his features contorted with shock and disbelief. His voice quivered as he responded, "But... How is this possible? I thought I had ended your life." Tears welled up in my eyes as I recounted the tale of my rebirth, the intervention of a vengeful soul seeking justice for her daughter's untimely demise. I explained how I was given another chance, my spirit reborn within a new vessel, with the memories of my past intact.

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,

Theme:- Welcome to the Afterlife part 1 As it was inscribed in the holy book, it was given for a man to die once, and after that death, it is judgement. But for me, Rey Reed, it is different. If my guess is right, this will be the third time I have visited the land of the dead. The first time was when I escaped from the tar pit. I can't remember how long I lost consciousness, but when I woke up. I only opened my eyes in hell.

I live alone in this huge mansion alone but I have domestic workers who comes to clean, do laundry for me and go back to their various homes, I like to live alone, without disturbance from strangers. I off the remaining clothes on me, as I walk in my mansion completely in my naked glory to the bathing room to have a cool shower, this is one reason I don't like having strangers live in my house, I like Noah junior to move freely down there and if there's anyone I will like to live with in my penthouse, that will be my woman, someone I will love and cherish, I'm going to touch her in every part of her body, make love to her in every part of this house' I can't wait for that time to come, I can

Joel laughed, eliciting a soft laughter from his mother too. “I saw the soldiers on the streets,” Joel turned to his father. “They come in larger numbers everyday and each one is worse than the former . We don’t have anyone to treat them so they either leave or- “ his father left the rest unsaid. Dead, Joel finished the statement in his head. Dead, just like his younger brother. Only, they hadn’t met their end on that battlefield. They had come back, looking for something to keep them alive and had not found it.

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”