Back From The Dead: My New Life Beyond Her Novels & Stories

I could hear it. I yanked her hand away and smiled more brightly. “Until a few days ago, I lived a very quiet life, trust me. I never talked back. I never fought back. I let people use me, abuse me. Sadly, that me is not working, anymore. She is dead. My life here has turned me into someone new, someone I always wanted to be. This me will talk back, will fight back.” I paused and exhaled a shaky breath. “But the first one I fight back to shouldn't be you but...” “His highness.”

They call her doctor Audrey Ellenora Jace, the surgeon with magic hands, because the speed of her hand movements determines dangerous points on the patient's body and her flexibility when suturing wounds. I'm blown away. She was super cool. She was supposed to return to New York last year, but something seemed to hold her back from doing so and it wasn't until a few months ago that she returned. I asked my secretary to compile a trace of her activities over the past year until today. She's more perfect than she was five years ago when we first met, and I won't let her go again. Not only because I'm fed up with the council members' insinuations about my mate having to get pregnant, but becaus

However, they were thrown across the street by security. Feeling on top of the world, I had a few extra drinks. When the wedding ended, I nestled lazily into Keira's arms, mumbling, "After everything that has happened, I finally found the right person." Keira didn't know I had been reborn. She thought I was just reflecting on the past and gripped my hand tighter, whispering words of comfort. This time, I held her hand just as tightly and never wanted to let go. … After the wedding, Keira did exactly what she had in our previous life. She moved all her business affairs back to the country and stayed close to me, day and night.

"Is it because my brother's death made you too sad to stay there? If so, I forgive you for selling my brother's property." "Listen, Hannah, my brother came to me in a dream last night. He said that after I sleep with 999 women, he can use my body to come back to life." "Even though my body has been with many women, my heart is pure!"

Make introductions. And wait for the perfect moment to strike. That moment was coming. I could feel it. And when it arrived, Lucas Hart would finally learn that some dead women do not stay dead. Some come back for revenge.

He was already outside, waiting, pacing like a caged wolf. The moment he saw me, he didn’t waste a second. “She’s not dead.” I frowned, stepping out of the car. “What?” “Celeste,” he hissed, his eyes wild, filled with disbelief and fury. “She’s alive.” I stared at him, blinking. Then I actually laughed. “Kieran, that’s impossible. Lessie destroyed her. I saw the ashes myself.” “I’m telling you,” he said, voice trembling, “she’s back. One of the seers confirmed it last night. Said she was reborn through the ashes of the ritual and she's stronger, darker, twisted by whatever hell she came from.”

Gratitude swelled quietly. In her first life, she had died in a white room that smelled of bleach. No hand to hold. No one noticed the moment her pulse dipped below measurable. And now — here she was. Bathed in gold light, with flowers in her lap, warmth on her skin, and a live - streamed smart clock ticking softly nearby. “I’m glad I got to come back,” she whispered. The wind lifted strands of hair across her face. Inside the manor, her mother peeked from behind the parlor curtains, iPad in hand, checking reminders for her day.

"Melissa, are you awake?" came Sienna Riggs's annoying voice in the middle of the night. I couldn't tell if I was dreaming or actually awake. I fumbled around my pillow until I found my phone. When I turned it on and saw the date on the screen, I became certain that I had been reborn. Outside my bed curtain, Sienna was not giving up when I didn't answer her. Instead, she kept calling my name. However, I simply turned off my phone, put in my earbuds, and closed my eyes.

Obituaries were dispatched to kin and colleagues. The company hummed on autopilot. I enlisted Rufus as interim CEO until post-funeral stability. He agreed without fuss, his steady hand a godsend. Exhausted, I returned home. Beth lounged in the dim living room, thoroughly sloshed. Her once-perfect makeup was now a smeared mess. "Honey, you're back," she slurred. "All sorted?" I nodded, sinking beside her. She mused, "Funny how fast things change. Now I'm leaning on you like a crutch."

"Thank you, Calvin! I promise I won't let you down!" She buried her face in his chest, and her gaze seemed to sweep over where I was floating when she looked up. Of course, she could not see me. However, she knew I would be heartbroken. She always knew, but she did not know that I no longer cared. The dead did not feel pain. They only sought revenge. ... As the new casino owner, Susan chatted confidently with the people who gathered around her. Suddenly, her face paled as she covered her mouth and rushed to the restroom.