Another Life Kristin Hannah Novels & Stories

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—

Leah said, "It's not Raelynn's fault. It's my own fault for not holding onto it properly." Upon seeing Leah trying to frame me yet again, I remembered that she had pulled this exact trick in my past life—except back then, she was even more ruthless. She had deliberately broken her own leg just to pin the blame on me and win over my family's sympathy. I knew for a fact that she wasn't someone with a terminal illness who was about to die at all; in my past life, she had lived happily with Holden in the northwest region. I wasn't going to hold back in this life, though. I instantly raised my hand, slapping her hard across the face.

“What do you mean, a second life?” I swallowed, my chest feeling tight. I had wanted to say this for a long time, but I always held back. Now, when our world was calm, perhaps it was time. “Kaelos...” my voice trembled. “There's something you need to know. About... who I really am.” He looked at me seriously now, his body slightly rising, one hand still holding my fingers. “You look at me as if this is something big.” “It is.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not just Seraphina Luminara, the person you know now. I lived before… in another life.”

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.

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

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.

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.

I had spent years pretending that Matteo's comments didn't bother me, pretending I didn't notice the way his eyes moved over other women when we were together, pretending I didn't hear the disgust in his voice whenever he talked about my weight. But I remembered everything now. Every insult. Every humiliating comparison. Every time he made me feel like I was lucky he had married me. And most importantly, I remembered Valentina. My best friend. The woman Matteo had chosen to betray me with. I didn't know if changing my body would have prevented everything that happened in my first life. Maybe Matteo would have found another reason to hurt me. Maybe men like him always found a reason when they