Carmens Second Life Novels & Stories

"Litha, why didn't you tell me about the lions' horrible traditions? If I don't conceive within a month, I'd have to mate with multiple beastfolk! "Please help me! How did you manage to conceive an Aetherborn in your past life?" She looked nothing like her smug past self. Her face was pale and desperate, while panic and blame swam in her eyes. I calmly rested a hand on my belly. "How was I supposed to know the lion clan had such barbaric traditions? If you're struggling to conceive, did you get examined to check whose problem it is? "And what was that about a past life?" She studied me for a long time before flashing a smirk that was more smug than genuinely malicious.

I asked with a calmness and maturity that didn't suit my age. Carl appeared surprised even as he took the candy, unpeeled the wrapper, and put it in his mouth. "Hmm. It's so sweet." He smiled pleasantly, studying me before asking, "What's your name?" "The caretaker said my name is Yvie…" "Yvie…" He breathed the syllables and nodded. "Would you like to come home with me? As my granddaughter?" Silence ensued all around us, and every other child was staring at me jealously.

--- I got out of the car just before dawn, letting the chill slap me back into my old skin. The one I wore before Celeste. The one I thought I’d buried. Carmen had sent a second ping coordinates for a meeting spot just outside the port. Quiet. Contained. Neutral ground for trade-offs or burn jobs. She was offering it as an escape. I was going to use it as bait. “You’re planning something,” Nova had said last night when I pinged her burner with the vault data. “Always.” “You’re not thinking of offering a trade.” “No,” I’d replied. “I’m thinking of setting a trap.”

"You are my mate! Even in this new life, that fact hasn't changed!" Caspian stepped in front of me, shielding me. "Watch your tone," his voice was ice. But Damien was crazed. "Did you know, Seraphina? He doesn't have long." "The curse will kill him in two years. Then you'll come back to me. After all, we are fated." I looked at his twisted face and laughed.

“The Silverwind pack’s Silver Wolf bloodline… has awakened in me.” Yet, the look in his eyes carried no joy. Instead, a faint sadness lingered there. “I don’t know if what I saw in my dream about a previous life was real,” he said quietly. “But it made me sad. How could I have missed you? And to let you die right in front of me…” I covered my mouth as tears slipped from the corners of my eyes. As Seville’s power grew stronger, I could feel it too. Only then did I understand that when he had howled in unbearable pain in my previous life, it was because he had sensed my death.

My son lay abandoned on the bed, his breath weak. Without hesitation, I swapped him with the imposter in my arms. Holding the tiny bundle in my arms, tears pricked my eyes. Even at our first meeting, I could feel it clearly—this was my son. In my previous life, Damien had left under the pretense of going to the military base and had taken Vanessa along as a military doctor. They had enjoyed themselves far away, returning to me only when they needed money or longed to see their child. Meanwhile, I clung to a forged marriage certificate and raised their bastard as if he were flesh of my flesh.

I'm born with a congenital heart condition. But when my illness flares up, my longtime boyfriend, Zeke Fulton, doesn't try his best to save me. On the contrary, he forces me to sign over my shares while I'm in agony. Then, he stands by and watches as the pain rips through me. I end up dying on that hospital bed. Thankfully, I'm given a second chance at life. I'm reborn on the very last day of filling out college applications. This time, I don't fall for Zeke's sweet talk. I turn my back on him and run straight into the arms of my childhood friend, Hugo Lodge. Hugo wraps me up in his embrace, his lips brushing against the side of my neck. He says, "Elisa, come to Joslin University with

Rebecca Nolan, the widow of my husband's late friend, shows up at our door, claiming that her daughter is critically ill. She pleads with Declan Smith, my husband, to be the debt guarantor for her 100-thousand-dollar loan. In my past life, after learning that the actual amount was 5 million dollars, I locked Declan in the house to keep him from helping Rebecca. Rebecca, unable to come up with the money, took her daughter to the rooftop, where they jumped to their deaths. Declan and Edward Smith, our son, refused to speak to me from that day onward. Declan became a successful businessman ten years after that. He wore watches worth hundreds of thousands of dollars and spent tens of thousan

On his sickbed, he said, “Money is not the most important thing. Just remember your brothers. Most of them are useless, but make sure they have enough to live on.” Not long after, Lord Alaric passed away. Celeste did not come to the funeral. When I asked the housekeeper, I learned that after Adrian abandoned her, she became unstable. My father sent her to a healing house by the western sea, but she escaped and disappeared. “No one knows where she went,” the housekeeper sighed. “A half-siren alone is easy prey.” So Celeste's ending in this life was truly worse than before.

Then Raven Hollow itself. Cassian Draven could refuse to accept my rejection for now. The Moon Goddess had given me a second life, and I would not place it in his hands again.