Novel & Cerita Another Life Kristin Hannah

She couldn't be dead in the past life or this life or whatever life she might have had. "Eliot." "You couldn't die, Hannah. I wouldn't let it happen." "I'm not dead, okay? As you said, I'm alive." I stopped right in front of her and now was observing her. And to confirm it, I extended my hand to touch her face. She was indeed real. She was alive. Surely. Hannah said she died in her past life!

Hannah laughed. "You mean a kind of life where I was betrayed by the two people that matters the world to me? Or the kind of live where I got drunk, got pregnant for a stranger and had to lied to my son all the time and his father? There is nothing interesting about my life." Hannah said and started crying. "Honey...if you keep on seeing the kind of life you live before or what happened to you all in the past then trust me, you will never move on, just focus on achieving greater things and please do not judge Mr Clark, everyone has his own flaws so does he." Sarah replied.

"What matters is what you promised me." Back in college, we squeezed into that basement apartment, and he held my hand as he said, Mara, when I have money, we'll go see the aurora. The aurora symbolizes eternal love. I waited ten years. He took someone else. The light came on again. Preston's face looked wretched under the cold white glow. "It was work." His voice was hoarse. "Bethany speaks Korean. "The partner for the Northreach project was a Korean company, and she went as the interpreter.

Hannah POV I have been suffering for the past 2 weeks, I tried hard to pretend everything was ok, to comfort my obliterated heart. I thought if I dont show how broken I am after something so important, so vital was snatched away for me, everything will go back to what it was like before. First time in my life I was given hope, hope to look forward to life. I have never complained about the hardships ive been put through, I never intended to either. People have always imagined me to have the most perfect life, I was born in wealth, I had been blessed with health and I was given the opportunity to gain so much knowledge yet, I lacked freedom, the ability to make choices concerning my life. I w

she says coldly, and I fight the urge to slap her in her logical mouth. "How can you be so emotionless? How would you feel if you had the opportunity to save yourself, but in doing so, you forgo giving your loved one a chance to say goodbye to you," I ask loudly, and she smiles sadly. "I would take the opportunity...Let me tell you something, Krystal. My baby sister was sent in the last harvest. I believed she was dead for so long. I cried every day because I thought she had died a meaningless death after fighting for so long. But when I landed this job and discovered my sister's name in the records, I felt nothing but joy. She is alive. She is happy and loved. She has a child. I am so thank

I am Ayla Navarez, originally. But after an accident, my life completely changed. From opening my eyes in an unfamiliar place and meeting unfamiliar faces I never knew and seen before, everything started there. That time, I realized I am no longer Ayla Navarez, but it took me three days straight to accept it. It seems that, me in my previous life, Ayla Navarez, was already dead and now I am living my second life as Rumi Penelope Lee, the life of a total opposite to my previous life.

Hannah POV The walk back to my apartment should have helped clear my head. Instead, it somehow made everything worse. Los Angeles moved around me in a blur of headlights and conversations. Music spilled from restaurants. People laughed on sidewalks. A couple argued outside a convenience store over something that seemed important to them and completely irrelevant to everyone else. Normal life. Human life. The kind of life I'd wanted when I left Frostbite. The kind of life that suddenly felt very far away. Because of what you can do.

But what shocked me was the date. I blinked. I died five years ago. And now I’m alive again—in this body. In this time. But where is the real Jazzlin? Did she pass on? Or was she like me, somewhere out there in a different form? Could I still meet Haytham and Alia? Would they even recognize me? No. I’m Jazzlin now. Not Janielle anymore. I set the phone down, crawled back into bed, and pulled the blanket over me. Whatever this second life was… I had a feeling it wasn’t just a fluke.

“Oh my God. Are you okay?” “Obviously, I survived,” Hannah said dryly, then took another sip. “But for a second, I saw my entire life flash before my eyes. And you know what? It was boring as hell. Like, no dramatic moments. Just me sitting at my desk. That’s what I saw before death.” Jordan burst out laughing. “Damn. That’s rough.” Clara shook her head. “Honestly? If that happened to me, I’d demand a redo on my entire existence.”

I hugged him and whispered, "Finn, I want to have a baby with you." He pushed me away hard, his eyes full of disgust. "How are we supposed to afford raising a child? I told you before that I hate kids! I don't want to have children with you!" Those words shattered my last remaining hope. During the New Year, a huge truck came straight at us and took our lives. At that moment, I felt no fear, only relief. Now that we had both been reborn, we chose to keep our distance. There was no need to cling to old feelings.