In Another Life Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Miss, hold on. We will save you." I fought to keep my eyes open, refusing to let myself slip into unconsciousness. However, my awareness began to fade, and I could feel the warmth of my blood draining away. A tear slipped from the corner of my eye, and in that final, fleeting moment before darkness took me, I wondered why it hurt so much. Despite spending seven years as his wife, when it came down to life and death, he chose someone else without a second thought. In the haze, I heard someone calling my name.

No one had ever asked me that. I thought of the years in hiding, the false names, the careful silence. I thought of Anthony’s eyes on the street when he realized Donna might be his. I thought of Peter’s kindness, his patience that was more like a weapon. And I thought of Sylvester, the only one who had ever made me believe my existence wasn’t an accident. Who would I be without all of it? “I don’t know,” I admitted. My voice came quiet, raw. “In another life… I used to be a nutritionist in a clinic in America. Mainly for kids. That was fulfilling. If I didn’t have to move, I might have stayed there.”

I fell to the ground, and my phone flew out of reach. She pounced, the blade aimed directly at me. The rain poured over us, blurring my vision. “Die!” she screamed, raising the knife. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, until I heard a muffled grunt. When I opened my eyes, someone was between us—Gabriel. The knife had pierced his chest. Blood gushed from the wound, mixing with rainwater, dripping onto my face, warm and metallic.

I whispered into the suffocating quiet, my voice trembling under the heavy weight of two lives worth of grief and betrayal. In my past life, I had died without ever stepping back into this room. I had allowed them to lock it up, seal it off. I had died thinking I was powerless, thinking that my mother had left me behind in a world full of monsters without giving me a shield. I had been so foolish, so paralyzed by fear, so desperate for a father's love that never existed. I reached up with trembling hands, feeling along the carved lower edge of the heavy wooden frame until my fingertips pressed against the hidden mechanical latch buried deep within the woodwork.

AMELIA “Stop messing with me! Stop messing with my head.” Exasperated, I glared at him. My whole life was a mess. A clusterfuck. And now this, was what transpired in my life. “That’s not me.” “I swear that was you in another life.”

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

He said casually as if it is a very normal thing. Someone has said it right that we should never judge a book by its cover. Don't know what God has written in my destiny. I was looking for someone who could be my savior and save me from the devil of my life but here I have got another one to deal with. It seems like in search of heaven I have ended up in another hell. Before I could reach his hand again came up to grab my arm. "Let me go!"

I despise myself too, for turning my back on the gateway to heaven. However, you, you're the one I hate most. You showed me just how pathetic I am and turned my every struggle into a cruel joke. Why can't you just let me be? Why do you have to keep living so well? If I were gone, would you feel even a twinge of sadness? Would you, in the still of the night, remember any of my good? In another life, could it be my turn to love you?] The letter ended with a trace of a tear long since dried.

The only thought in my head was: 'I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the remainder of my life'. _____________________________________ ***Author's Note: Book two in the series is called: She's My Mate. Search for it on the GoodNovel app and read now!