Chinese Afterlife Novels & Stories

Samantha’s mother said. “Nay, we can’t stay too long because we need to go back right away after Tintin’s appointment,” Samantha explained. “Oh, I see. Wait a moment, I’ll prepare some food for you to take with you. This dish is very delicious,” her mother said, hurrying to the kitchen to pack them some of the Afritada she was cooking. Since Tintin was already dressed, they were ready to leave. “Let’s go, sweetheart. Ah—Nay, thank you so much for taking care of Tintin and for the food. We’ll bring her back here later after the doctor’s appointment.”

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

He's talking nonsense. "Han Cheng, what's wrong with you?" Gina said speechlessly. "I know this is hard to believe, but in fact, Dad is not dead, and he is still alive and well," Han Cheng said. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it was really hard to explain it. People couldn't come back to life when they died, let alone people who had been dead for so many years. "You... you're not joking with me?" Gina was so shocked that she almost couldn't hold her cell phone firmly, because this matter was too shocking to her!

Okay, there was this one time where she looked up porn at work, but surely that wouldn't be the ticket to a suck-tastic afterlife? If such a thing existed, of course. Big fat chance, Kat tried to scoff. But there was a nagging feeling in her gut that prevented her from giving up on the subject. As the cab navigated the criss-crossing roads, she found herself thinking deep. The afterlife, if it were real, would be exactly that: a life after death, not endless punishment, Kat reasoned. Maybe it meant drifting along as a ghost. Maybe it meant being truly alive again, only in another form.

"But I don't love you anymore. No one will stay in the same place waiting forever, Gary. The man I loved—the one whose heart held only me—died long ago, buried across 999 lifetimes. "The man you are now is nothing but a stranger to me. You need to accept the punishment you deserve." I walked away, hand in hand with Charles. Behind me came the sound of Gary's heart-wrenching sobs, but I never once looked back. In this life, I never would. Later, Charles and I stayed in Pereem, pursuing the work we loved. We designed a gown that stole the spotlight at a major fashion show and won international acclaim. On the day we received our award, I heard that Lucy, who had long been sentenced to death, w

Emilia's POV After making all the arrangements for faking my death, I end the call. In two days, I would no longer exist in this world. At that moment, the church doors opened. Twinkle slowly walked over to me and gently kissed my forehead. "Who were you on the phone with?" "A teacher from the piano institute. Nothing important." I tried my best to keep my expression from being too stiff, but I no longer knew how to face him. He pinched my cheek. "You've lost weight lately. Don't stress too much about the institute stuff. Take care of your health."

“ Well…. “ Selene paused, looking for the right words to use “ I guess it’s normal for the few ones who still have something left to do. Their soul doesn’t agree to leave their body completely so they get stuck in a limbo. It’s their choice to decide if they want to live or die. " “ So now, the choice to pass into the afterlife or return back to your life on earth is yours and yours alone to make”. “ Then why haven’t I died yet?” Haven questioned “ I don’t want to live anymore… I don’t think I have anything more to live for” She said bitterly. Haven had already lost everything that mattered to her. She had lost her parents, she was kicked out of her own pack, she lost the only person she had

Prologue I saw you clear as sky, but why am I asking why? Have we met before? It feels like we’ve known each other for so long. Who are you? I really want to know you. “Memories are links in a golden chain that bind us until we meet again.” - Jacqueline Winspear

He nodded before asking, “What is the Christian view about life after death?” This was an easy question, “The Christians believe that at death, the body and the soul separate. The body is buried and disintegrates while the soul flies away to be with God. At a later stage, God will resurrect the body to unite with the soul. Then the individual, in real form comes before the Creator for the final judgment,” I took a deep breath. He smiled, “Good!” “My mother was a very religious lady. She might have told me this a hundred times,” I confessed.

Nate abruptly stopped reading, massaging his temples thinking that he was too mature to believe in such ridiculous tales; nevertheless he continued, hoping to find answers that could help shed some light on things he himself could not explain clearly. “It was said that all souls were set free to roam the earth on this holy night of the dead, returning to their eternal resting place at the crack of dawn, but a soul with a vengeance, a link or a chain bounding them to the land of the living may never find its way back into the gates of the afterlife…. Now what the hell does that mean? Are they saying a bunch of dead people usually wakes up on Peter Pak but if they have unfinished business they