Another Life Kristin Hannah Novels & Stories

His eyes suddenly shot to stare at the camera lens instead and he looked delirious to Sia. “ They were living a happy life. A perfect life. A complete life. They loved each other and to add to their happiness another life came to their house. A girl born to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. The day she was born, Luther Martin threw a huge party. He called the people from all around the world and announced to them about the birth of their daughter. He named her Sia Martin that day. ” A gasp left Sia's mouth as her hand shot to cover her mouth. What was he talking about? Tears slipped past Sia's eyes as her sobs rang in the room. Her head was spinning with all of it. Was it another one of Lucas's

If he'd been even a little kinder back then, maybe Yara wouldn't have shut him out until her last breath. 'If I'd been braver—if I'd gone after her while she was still stuck on Johan—would things have ended differently?' But there was no going back. 'So, Yara... in another life, could you meet me first?'

The recorder continued playing but I no longer heard anything else. My breathing turned uneven. For years I convinced myself there had to be another explanation. I gently placed the recorder on the table, my hands no longer trembled. Everything finally made sense. I stood up slowly, then looked straight ahead. “They took my life once.” I paused, “they won't take it twice.” Immediately I reached for my phone, but Lynda’s hand held mine. My eyes widened as I looked at her. She straightened. “Sorry, Ma’am.”

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

He had no hope for his future and only wanted to give Abigail a better life. I came to the fast-food restaurant where he worked and took his hand, beginning to help him through his struggles. He once spent three months of his salary on a necklace to make me smile. His eyes were bright with excitement as he confessed to me, "I'll only ever love you in this lifetime!" I stayed silent. After all, I didn't belong to this world. I was the daughter of a wealthy family who had made a deal with the system because Dad was critically ill. The moment Elijah uttered those words, the system told me that my mission was complete and that I could choose to stay in this world or leave.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

The last thing I wanted was to jeopardize my chances of reconciling with Kristine. Speaking of Kristine, I navigated through the computer until a woman's image popped up on my screen. A woman with butter-colored hair and eyes as sharp and elegant as a blue wildflower. These features could easily describe Kristine, except the image on my screen wasn't of her; it was someone else—someone who was once the center of my universe. Once the bane of my very existence, and the sole reason I found meaning in life. It was none other than my ex—Annie Monroe—the woman who led me to the bitch currently giving me a hard time.

Every day at lunchtime, I remember our moments together. Even here, a million miles away, she plagues me. Gianna! Maybe this is part of my penance; this suffering is worse than any death. It's like dying slowly, bit by bit every day—sort of like what I'd done to Felice and what I plan to do to the others. So maybe I was paying for my sins while here, so I won't have to pay for them in my next life. Please find me in your next life, Gianna! I'll wait for you there. ***

Hannah shook her head and said, "No, from my perspective, life is impermanent. People may say how much they love you, but in the end, they push you into the abyss. Compared with these people, you’re the best. “If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have lived this long. I can peacefully live even if you don't say you love me." "It's good that you think so! Remember, it's not easy for people to live in peace, especially you! Without me, you would’ve died long ago!" Heather smiled menacingly.