روايات وقصص ضمن Another Life Kristin Hannah

I shrivel into a ball in the hot water, begging the moon goddess that no matter what, she spares my pups. I just want my family to be okay, I want to live the life I had dreamed of living in my first life, but I am no longer Alisa Clark. I'm Alyson Alexander and I have to protect my mate, my pups, and their new rouge uncle, Olivera Inca. Things were just starting to be perfect too. Now it's only darkness and—

My aunt take care of Shaina when I was in my job. Their neighbors Mrs. Georgia Brown and her husband Mr.Neill Brown are also very good people they love me like their daughter. They have also two children one boy and one daughter. Their daughter Claire Brown is very sweet girl,she is about my age and she is my friend. When I am a child I came to my aunt house so I know them from my childhood so Claire is like a sister to me. She also like me as well and care for me. Well she help me to get this apartment in New York. Her younger brother is about the age of my cousin Yash. They both are in the same college and study about business. I met him when I am child. His name is Spencer Brown.

But now… Now I knew that he was Mikey, and that he'd been waiting for me all this time. So no, I wasn't leaving. And suddenly, it all clicked. That was why, in my past life, he refused to touch Tilda. He knew it wasn't me. The thought barely had time to settle before his warm lips brushed against my cheek. He murmured, "Skye, stay with me forever." My eyes burned with tears. "Okay. Forever." I was so glad I had a second chance at life. This time, I didn't miss my true love.

I shrank back against the wall around the corner, a hand clamped over my mouth as my body shook uncontrollably. My younger brother, Noah Chance's horrifying death, was still replaying in my mind. Sylvia Fuller was promising Wilson Hink, "Once my pregnancy is stable, let's get married."

Though my parents also treated me kindly, Anthony, worried about me living in the village, would always find a way to send me the latest stuff from the city—like face cream, lipstick, and once, a radio. It was precisely because of his kindness that my heart shattered into a million pieces when he publicly called me a worthless hussy and announced his engagement to Hannah in my past life. I had no reason to live after my parents took their lives, so I chose to end my life by jumping into the river. In hindsight, Anthony had also been deceived by the bracelet Hannah had given me. I, the very person at the center of it all, had only realized after my death that the bracelet Hannah had given me

Anna glanced sideways at her. Kristine thought she had finally gotten a reaction out of Anna, but she did not expect Anna to say, "Now that I've taken a closer look, you and your sister look so much alike How could I have possibly missed that? Maybe it's because I'm not close to Crystal. I've only met her twice. She's Xander's ex-girlfriend, who he said is the love of his life, so he can definitely tell the difference."

Do you ever miss the life you left behind Hannah Vane? I look out at the horizon. The Mediterranean reflects the gold of the setting sun. I miss the girl I was before I met Mike Miller. I love the woman I became to survive him to survive Jason Xander. I am not the girl who hid in the shadows anymore. I am not a victim. I am not a servant. I am not a pawn to Jason Xander or Mike Miller. I am Hannah Vane now. Hannah Vane decides her path.

Some monsters may be born, but many others are made. Hannah’s mind must have changed because only a few days later she wrote again, telling Richard that she was okay and that it wasn’t her that was killed. She begs him to forgive her for causing him pain and says that she will write again soon when she has her new life set up. The remaining letters are spread over the last five years each giving more and more insight into her downward spiral and the growth of her obsession with Taylor. She talks about the ‘skanks and whores’ he goes out with and how no one will ever be good enough for him and then the last letter takes my breath away:

Whatever her reason, I’m willing to listen. “What am I right about, Hannah?” I ask, my voice softer than I expected. Her sad smile pierces me, tugging at something deep in my chest. Have I caused that? A memory flashes in my mind—a younger Hannah, carefree and full of life, telling me how much she loved me. That girl is gone, replaced by this broken, desolate woman standing before me. “Everything,” she says, walking backward into the forest. Uncaring of the orders from my soldiers.