Carmens Second Life Novels & Stories

He moved with a nervous, twitching energy, his eyes darting toward the perimeter. "You're late," Carlos said, his voice as cold as the Atlantic wind. "I had to make sure I wasn't followed," Elias rasped, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead despite the chill. "The woman... Carmen... she’s been calling. She’s frantic. She wants proof that the metal has been melted. She’s a ghost in my ear, Mendoza." Carlos flicked his cigarette into the dark water. "Carmen thinks she’s a predator. She doesn't realize she’s just a child playing with matches in a house made of dry timber."

In my last life, it was exactly Courtney's manipulations that turned everyone against me. But now, I had seen through it all. I no longer cared what they said. The Moon Goddess had given me a second chance. In this life, I would live for myself. Right then, the statue on the altar stopped crying, as if it were telling me that I would never shed tears for anyone again.

“You will either marry Caspian or Arnold. Our shipping business needs the protection of the Falcone family.” Suddenly, a familiar voice rang clearly in my mind. ‘This time, I’ll make sure I choose the perfect husband first.’ I snapped my head toward my sister, Leia. She was gracefully smoothing her skirt, a sweet, flawless smile on her face. However, what I had just heard… Was that her inner voice? ‘In my last life, I married that violent lunatic Caspian and lived in fear every single day. This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead.’

I pushed open the door to Elara's bedroom, stepping into her private space for the very first time. What met my eyes were photos of me from childhood to adulthood, covering the entire wall. Some of them, I couldn't even remember being taken, nor who had taken them. At that moment, love surged through me like a rising tide, so powerful it stole my breath. I finally understood why she'd refused the surgery in the previous life, and why she wanted to give up again in this one. My happiness had been the only thing she ever cared about. In my previous life, she thought I'd found happiness, so she chose to leave quietly. In this life, she'd been ready to do the same, just to let me be with the per

No one believed that. The poster then started a livestream. The ones who appeared on camera were the long-missing Winona and Sonny. Winona looked exhausted, and only her upper body could be seen. Sonny sat on a chair beside her, looking like he was forced to be there. In front of the camera, Winona apologized sincerely on Sonny's behalf. Everyone on the internet cursed at them for wasting their time. Slowly, things cooled down, and my life seemed to return to normal. But one phone call disrupted the peace all over again.

She knelt so we were eye to eye, her hand reached out and touched my teary cheeks. She was real and her touch was warm. “You were murdered on sacred ground,” she said quietly. “The bond was severed by betrayal. I caught your soul before it slipped beyond and placed it where it could return and finish what was started.” I shook my head. “I don’t want to finish anything. I want my life back. I want my body, I want my mate to look at me like I’m not dead.” She looked so pained. “That life is gone. This one is borrowed.”

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

I flexed my wrist, now steady and strong, and headed straight to the nurse’s station to check out. The cancer was gone. This body, reborn, felt better than it had in years. Three days later, Landon spent twenty million to charter a luxury cruise, throwing an engagement party for Clara that drew the entire city’s attention. He was certain it would provoke me—a penniless, terminal patient driven half-mad by pain. He thought I would break. That I would crawl to the dock like a dog and beg him. He was wrong. At that very moment, I was sitting in the city library, opening textbooks I had set aside eight years ago, ready to reclaim my life.

“Why don't you try getting married, losing all your freedom, and then having your life taken away from you by your mate bit by bit with wolfsbane? How about that? Does that answer your question?” “Woah! No need for the sudden outburst, I apologize for asking.” Cayden surrendered immediately, knowing better than to ask more questions. As for whether he believed what Carmen said, who knew? “I’ll get you the land at the central pack, wait for my good news.” Carmen said, Crispy, as she hung up the call. “Woah, so fierce!” Cayden smirked as the line went dead. “Charlie,” Cayden called out to the Beta who was trying so hard to merge into the void.

“No. You don't understand. I would rather she hated me. Resented me. At least that would prove I was in there somewhere. But she wouldn't even give me hate. “She simply stopped wanting me.” The room went quiet again. There was only the clock, marking out an enormous night. A week later. The candles moved in the study. A covert agent knelt below the desk, still filthy from the road, his head down, his voice low—and every word landed like thunder. “Your Majesty. In the southern circuit, in Clearwater Town, in Lindale Province, there is a couple who moved there three years ago. The husband's family name is Rivers. He's a scholar who failed the examinations, and he keeps a small book-and-art sho