Fiction Books About Past Lives Mga Nobela at Kwento

The water runs red for a second in my head, like it always does when the memories creep in. I’ve had four mates in four lives. I don't know who the fifth one is yet, but I already know how she ends. Different faces. Different names. But always the same ending. A car wreck. A pack war. A "freak accident." Every single time, I’m left standing over a body, smelling the scent of a mate-bond that was being extinguished before it could even properly begin. I slam my fist into the tile. My knuckles split, and the sting is a relief. Real pain is better than the ghost kind.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

For a sage like him, he should know everything, including the beyond the universe. "I died because my fiancé cheated on me and woke up in a body with a similar face and name." I continued. "I couldn't under why? I have theories that this world is in a fictional book or film production, but in my past life, I never saw a plot I read." "That's because this world isn't fictional," Icarus explains. "This world may be similar to yours, but one thing is different." "You mean that magic and unusual creatures exist here."

It had worked for her in her previous life She switched the bedside lamp on and crept across the bedroom to the bookshelves. Clarissa’s taste in books leaned towards the fantasy genre. Clara didn’t usually read fantasy, but she was willing to read anything to distract herself right now. Clara picked a book out randomly and returned to her bed to read it. According to Clarissa’s memories, she hadn’t read this book yet.

I don't know why, but that young woman reminded me of me, when I was 18 years old, something told me that our lives would cross one day. Now that I'm back in Italy it's a new beginning or the return of the past, a past that I wanted to bury but that is coming to the surface and I'm afraid I won't be able to stop it anymore. TO BE CONTINUEEEE........ BOOK 2 "ITALIAN MAFIA 2/she's still mine NOW AVAILABLE You can find my available information in my profile to be aware of my books, which you can find in Spanish here in BUENOVELA and English in GOODNOVEL.

said Sumico fluently and steadily. “I haven’t dreamt of our previous lives for all these times, My Sumi Darling. Why can I dream of it now?” wondered Virando within his bit perplexity. “Perhaps when our love grows stronger towards each other, the memories from our past lives begin to show up piece by piece. Or perhaps… perhaps… perhaps we did have something undone, unfinished and unsolved in the past so that it appears again at this moment, in these present lives of ours in order to be finished.” Sumico tried to speak up her perspective and paradigm.

Tucker handed Anna a copy of his book; Life Before Life: A Scientific Investigation of Children’s Memories of Previous Lives. “My reincarnation research primarily deals with children’s past life experience.” “I’d like to talk to you more about your research and your plans for future publications.” Anna felt slightly deceptive using her publishing company as an excuse to get more information from Dr. Tucker, but if his book was attracting readers, she might consider actually developing a new science and religion category. “I have been thinking about expanding my hypothesis to adults. Perhaps we should talk during our lunch break in the vendor’s VIP room? I’ll invite Walt to join us. By coinci

“Lizzie, you’re too much. You earned big money quietly while keeping it from us. Do you have countless false identities? Are those rumored hackers, skilled doctors, music geniuses, and scientists all you? Charity was at a loss for words. Catherine was speechless. “Freya, what exaggerated books have you been reading lately?” “Novels originate from reality, okay?” Freya chuckled. “It’s not impossible.” “Thank you for thinking so highly of me.” Charity smiled. “But I’m not that great.” Catherine asked nervously. “You said you have memories of your previous life and still recognize me. Is this true?” “What?” Freya thought she was hearing things and became agitated. “What memories from previous l

Which what purpose? Lara discovered the book when she was in her second life. The name of the author was blurry and she couldn’t find who was the one that published that book. No one knew about it, no one had heard about it. However, just as she finished the book for the tenth time, something happened, she died. The plane she was inside exploded, and just like that, she returned to her first life. ‘Those bastards… this time I will make them pay.’ **** “Did you hear?”

“Anyway, they're going to die so there's no need for us to remember their name.” I chuckled upon hearing his words which were filled with animosity. “So is there something that you wanted to ask? Just ask me and I'll tell you the truth.” Phoenix didn't hold back and asked. “You said that you read the novel in that world, can you tell me about the plot and why did I become a villain? I feel that there's something suspicious with the content of the book, much more the author of the book. Did the author of the novel that you read have a supernatural power that can see the future of the other world? I always have this feeling that this world, which is our original world isn't made by the author,