Book Of Life 2 Novels & Stories

They just continued to watch the scene unfold. Just then, my younger sister Avery Denning's voice rang out from the door. "I'm back, Timothy! I'm here to marry you!" Timothy let go of my neck and quickly took my bridal veil from me before draping it on Avery's head. I was shocked. It seemed like the three of us—me, Avery, and Timothy—had been reborn. In our previous lives, a raging bull had struck Timothy's lower body while he was farming. The doctor had said he'd be impotent for the rest of his life and wouldn't be able to perform his marital duties.

A/N: This is my new work, read and review please. 1 "I shall stand by you every single day of my life and with every breath I take, I shall love you even more. I vow to always share responsibilities with you and share your baggage all the way. I promise nothing and no one would come between us and I shall be yours to keep forever"

he asks, eyes wide with exaggerated surprise. "Bite me death boy. There are more pressing matters at hand." I say, rolling my eyes. "Ah, yes. The one named Mason still troubles you. Would you like for me to kill him?" he asks, his scythe standing next to me, shining to let me know that its there. I shake my head. "Death isn't the answer for everything. I just want you to let me know what Mason's plans are." Death shakes his head. "Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life."

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.

I couldn't help but wonder if she'd slipped something bad into it. This time around, I didn't dare touch it. I slid the jar back to her. "You can have it." After watching her finish it, I went back to my bedroom and dabbed some moisturizer on my face to test my suspicion. In no time, dark spots bloomed across my skin, in the exact same places as the ones on Mirabelle's face. As I expected, things hadn't changed even though I was given a second chance at life. I recalled how, in my previous life, the more skincare I used, the more spots and wrinkles I developed, as if I had aged 20 years overnight.

Giselle looked at the man not knowing why she was here. Uzair raised his hand and a book appeared. He opened it and started ready loudly. "F i r s t... l i f e. H e a l e r... n i g h t... j a s m i n e ... a n d... d i e d... i n... t h e... h a n d s... o f... w o l f... s p i r i t. S e c o n d... l i f e.

****A/N**** So this was the last chapter of BOOK 1 BOOK 2 :The Rejected Alpha King is out on GoodNovel P.S. [] is for what Elias said to Erica back when they spoke before she woke up.

I knew he blamed me too, for taking away his mom. Dad was different as well. Sure, he went through the motions—work, eat, sleep—but the lightness had vanished from his face. I caught him one day, burning Emma's diaries in the garden. He said they were too heavy, that it would not be good for Calvin to read them later. When the last page turned to ash, I watched him cough up blood. I changed too. I was not a kid anymore; I had to be the rock for Dad and Calvin.

She was upset that she had spent her life loving the wrong person. She lost her life for nothing. Unexpectedly, God gave her a chance to be reborn. She must seize her one true love in this life. She had to start over with Tyler this time. She was going to make the most out of her life and stay away from the scumbag, Cooper. Yvonne was taken aback It was rare to see Kelsey so certain about something. Perhaps the scene she witnessed last night of Tyler and Zara coming out of the club and leaving together was all some sort of misunderstanding.

Meanwhile, Rebecca, outside the door, was stomping her feet and yelling at me, "Tyler! If you want me to forgive you, you'll have to piece together all these ashes!" I ordered the bodyguards, "Throw this bunch of yapping pests into the wilderness." That night, I fell asleep at the table, staring at my father's photo. When I woke up at dawn, I lit a candle and placed it before his picture, my head lowered in prayer. I truly believed my father had begged the gods to give me this second chance at life. That night, I cried in my sleep. I dreamed that my father was sitting at the edge of my bed, gently stroking my hair, telling me, "Son, I hope you live a good life."