In Another Life Bokuaka Novels & Stories

When I got home, I quietly packed my clothes and printed the Severing Bond Agreement. I glanced at it once before signing my name without hesitation. Just then, the door opened. Charles walked in—with Lisa and her pup trailing behind him. They were laughing, talking… like a perfect little family of three wolves. The moment they saw me standing there, Charles's smile froze. He quickly forced an awkward expression and lowered his head to avoid my gaze. "Fiona," he said quietly, "Lisa and her pup… they need to stay in our den. The healer said her pup should live somewhere with plenty of sunlight.

These beastkin, though pitiful, were widely regarded as wild and untamable. Those rescued by official organizations could be adopted for free, while unclaimed beastkin were disposed of humanely. "If you're regretting it, I know where he lives," came a deep voice from behind me. I gasped, frantically dimming my phone screen before turning to meet Clayton's dull eyes. He lowered his gaze, avoiding my eyes. "But he's part of an organization, so he probably won't be willing to give you your money back. While he's alone, I might be able to—"

Erick, are you holding up okay? I inhaled deeply, fighting the bitter taste rising in my throat. "I'm good. Thanks, Joshua." I ended the call, my hands shaking as I opened my email. Photo after photo, each one a knife twisting in my heart. There they were, kissing in front of Lovan Art Hall, embracing by the Sennel Riverbank, laughing amidst the lavender fields of Provalle. In one snapshot, Yoel's arms were wrapped around Sheila, their fingers intertwined and resting gently on her belly. There was a caption written underneath.

And the fact that her father also owns a tech company. Then the lights dimmed a little, signaling the end of the launch. Nora lifted her clutch bag. “I don’t know if this sounds strange, but would you like to grab a drink and do some karaoke after this? Nothing crazy though. I could use company, and you seem like someone I’d get along with.” I hesitated for half a second. Not because I didn’t want to go, but because I wasn’t used to letting people in anymore. Still… something told me it was fine especially because she had saved my life seven years ago.

I became a pariah overnight. "Men like him are despicable! He'd do anything for money!" "How evil! So many would have died if the fire had actually broken out!" "Poor Richard. He was always bullied." "Someone doxx him! Let's make sure he suffers!" ... My phone buzzed with a new message just as I threw my phone away to focus on my documents. I'd gotten a text from Jenna. 'Meet me in 30 minutes, Hank. I'll be waiting at the cafe by your home. I need to talk to you about something important.'

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

"I promised I'd take you to the beach and up the mountains to watch sunsets. Wake up, please. Open your eyes and look at me." He held me, sobbing hard. The other doctors were shocked but didn't stop him. He rambled about old times and plans we'd had. His voice broke with every sniffle. "I won't lie again. Come back, please. Just look at me once more." Before I blacked out, footsteps scrambled around the bed. His regret came too late. I wished I would not meet him in another life.

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."

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”