Back From The Dead: My New Life Beyond Her Mga Nobela at Kwento

She muttered under her breath in peak frustration as she sat up for the fifth time, her eyes flying to the silver wall clock at the left-hand side of the big hospital room. 8:59PM. How she found herself in this hospital today – she couldn’t wrap her head around it. Ever since she came back to New York—a werewolf region—strange things seem to keep happening. It was mild. But she notices it. However, today was the worst of them all. In fact, since the arsehole – Derek had divorced, this was the worst day of her life. An involuntary sigh escaped her as she thought about Derek. Before she’d returned back to this city, she'd always known she'd cross paths with Derek.

I was experiencing a splitting headache. I opened my eyes and looked around at my familiar home. It wasn't the street where I'd been beaten and cursed at, nor the damp, filthy prison I'd been scorned in. It was my home! "Simone, you're such a good person. If it weren't for you, I would've been beaten to death by Luke." That familiar fake voice rang out. I turned around to look, and there was Tricia Tate, standing in front of me with tears in her eyes. It was only then that I realized I had been reborn.

Squinting her eyes, she realized that the transparent thing looked very similar to her, the only difference was the golden halo above the head. "If she's dead… Why don't I have a golden halo-like her's?" Tang Yazhu muttered when suddenly, a thought came to mind. According to the books and movies that she has read thus far, there was such a thing as "possession." This ignited her heart and loosened the tight grip that has been on her heart since she died. "Since she's dead now, does that mean that I can possess it?!" With that thought in mind, a flicker of hope shined in her eyes. Without delay, she arrived at the dead female body even faster than the Flash.

Wasn’t that enough? The ringing of my cell phone saved me from Eddy’s useless explanations. I looked at the screen to see who had this great audacity. I was supposed to be dead. My eyes widened when I saw it was Carla. I couldn’t believe it. It was her. I motioned for Eddy to come out, and then I hurried back. “New world, my dear. Miss me?” I asked her. “Honey, I always miss you. I’m glad you came back from the dead.”

She had a warm smile and porcelain skin … and she looked just like Eve… she could be her double, a little older, but then so would Eve be … Oh my GOD! I couldn’t breathe, this could not be real, this could not be Eve back from the dead standing right there chatting animatedly about discovering who she was. I tried to listen in as she told about her experience of being found, with no memories, and how other than a rare flash they had never returned, so she had built a new life, as Eden Meadows. My mind raced… was it really her… did she really not know… and what about Rob, should i call him?

I respond matter of factly. “Dead?” “My life support was switched off.” “It what?” She growls down the phone to me, okay maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that part. “So to cut a long story short, I’m back and…have a mate.” I try to gently prepare her again for even more shocking news. “You have a mate…an actual fated mate?”

Every time he thought about her painting the old man in the closet, the short hairs stood straight up on the back of his neck. Her paintings had nothing to do with Blackwell. Except his. She painted the dead, those who died violently, in relative proximity to her— about a twenty-or thirty-mile radius. What the hell did that mean? The dead who had unfinished business reached out to her? Why? Because she’d come back from the dead? She’d been dead for twenty minutes under the ice. The emergency-response crew had brought her back. Did she want to return to life? Did part of her, feeling guilty about Dylan, want to stay with the kid? Did she still have some faint link to that other world?

"I... the woman you loved but it was too late, I... the woman whose family you killed, I... the woman you divorced while pregnant with your child. Do you remember all that?" "You, Leah... no! You must be my child. Your mother didn't die, right? So you... no... Leah, there's no way that ring is right. And you, your face, I'm old and you—" "God gave me eternal perfection. I have been dead for decades but my face is still young. I am not your child who hasn't even had time to develop. I am, Azalea Himawari, your ex-wife, came back to life to repay everything you've done to me!"

She smirked Aiden shook his head and stepped back to where I was. He linked his fingers in mine and wrapped his other hand around me. “I don't understand what's going on. I need an explanation for this.” He pointed out. “Explanation to what? I'm your wife, and I'm back. The least you could do is welcome me.” She said. Aiden grunted. “You appeared out of nowhere after being dead, and you don't think I deserved to know what is going on?”