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

"Put this on." A single strand of hair was wrapped around the ring. Lydia looked at him, resentment still lingering. "Don't toy with me." Dominic said nothing. He caught her hand and slid the ring onto her finger. The next moment, Lydia froze. A familiar November chill brushed against her skin. She stared ahead and whispered, "I… I came back to life?" "Temporarily," Dominic replied. Shock flooded her face. "Dom, you…" Words failed her. Bringing the dead back to life. What kind of power was that?

"I just want to be here with you. In this quiet morning before reality intrudes." He smiled and pulled me even closer, until I was practically lying on top of him. "I can work with that," he said. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "This feels like the first real morning of my new life," I said softly, my voice still feeling new and powerful every time I used it. "New life?" Callum asked. "The old one ended when I died," I explained. "The in-between one was when I came back but was still hiding and planning and pretending. This one, right now, is real. No more secrets. No more hiding. Just me, actually living instead of just surviving."

I ignored their anguished cries after I was done speaking, smiling as I returned the phone back to its cradle and left the detention center without sparing another glance at them. The sun was glaringly bright when I stepped out of the building. As I took a deep breath of fresh air, I was reminded of the ice-cold seawater that had filled my nostrils in my past life. It felt as if the heaviness on my chest that had been weighing me down during both my lives had finally been lifted. … Six months flew by in the blink of an eye. I continued working in the same industry. Using the connections that I had made during my past life, my professional coordinating skills, and my assets, I established a n

⸻ And again. Elara stepping out alive. ⸻ Beautiful. ⸻ Poised. ⸻ Standing beside Aaron. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ Alive. ⸻ ALIVE. ⸻ ⸻ Her breathing became uneven. ⸻ “No…” she whispered. ⸻ Hands trembling slightly. ⸻ “That’s impossible.” ⸻ Because dead people— weren’t supposed to come back. ⸻ ⸻ Then came the second blow.

Tears filled her eyes as she muttered under her breath, "Aaron, why did you just let go of me and ignore me this time around? Why didn't you tell me you had also come back? Give me another chance, Aaron. Forgive me, please?" I sighed and walked up to her. "How did you know we were going to be reborn?" I asked. She looked at me, dazed. "It was just fate. I don't know either. If I could do it all over again, I would definitely hold on to you tightly and never let go!" Soon, several doctors came down the hallway and firmly escorted her back to her room. As they walked away, they talked about increasing her medication dosage to keep her illness under control.

Cold. Arrogant. Beautiful. "Fine." The brothers grinned instantly. Aiden stood from the sofa, towering over the room with terrifying presence. "Let's revisit the past." Thunder cracked outside violently. And somewhere far away. A woman named Isabella Vale had absolutely no idea that the devils she once loved were about to walk back into her life. The devils also have no idea what is actually coming for them.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

I overheard the conversation you were having on the phone about Skyler's demands and it made me guilty why I never listened to your warning these past years To be honest, I hated you and wanted nothing but your end, but right now, I don't even know what I want again. Will you believe it if I said I have lived as Karis De Marco twice but at different times? I don't know how to explain it, and time is running out. I have to see Skyler soon but it is the truth I once died, and it wasn't the plane crash, but it was a year from now, technically. I was reborn back to our wedding night after I died on your birthday five years into our marriage.

“He was the best. He gave me a home when I...came back from the dead.” “You did what?” she asks in shock. “I died and was brought back to life. Don’t worry, I'm not gonna eat your brain.” I pour us some of the mango juice we bought from the market the other day and proceed to tell her my story. I start from the morning I woke up and kissed my family good morning to how the accident happened to how I died and woke up on the third month—you could try to imagine her expression, but I assure you it is much more than you can imagine. I told her about the stupid, awful, motherfuckingly plain, cold night of my resurrection.

As angry as I was for what she did to me when we were younger, could I knowingly do that to another person? "I don't either. I've never heard of this happening before." I said as I eyed the remaining sandwich on the plate, no longer interested in food. "I've never even heard of a wolf coming back from the dead before, let alone it breaking a bond for only one person." "Maybe you didn't come back from the dead. Maybe it's like when someone gets resuscitated. They start to die, but their body starts working again before they can reach the other side." She offered, but I could see the worry in her eyes. She didn't like the fact that my bond with Nyla was still there, even if it was only one-sid