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I was looking at it as something that might show me where my life could go next. Maybe there was no trying. Maybe there was only deciding, and for the first time, I was beginning to decide that I wanted my life back. I looked down at the medical book again, and it didn't feel like I was only looking at a book. I was looking at something more. Something that showed me where my life could go next. And maybe Axel was right. Maybe there was no trying. Maybe there was only deciding. I had to decide if I wanted my life back. Axel had placed everything in front of me, and I was going. I was going for this. I was doing it.

You may think you know where this story goes—not even close. Life is different. Marriage is hard. It’s even worse when you’re strangers. Find out more here Breach, Book 1 Existence is more than just a word, it’s a state of being. More importantly, it’s my state of being. Day by day I go through the motions of living—eat, breathe, work, sleep. That is until I finally get some help at work in the form of Nathan Thorne. He’s sexy, cocky, arrogant, an asshole, and total bullshit.

Matilda Sutton, my wife, and I are on our tenth wedding anniversary trip when the plane suddenly crashes. I hand her the last remaining parachute, only for her to scoff and ask, "What are you up to this time, Tyler?" I feel a sudden ache in my chest, knowing that Matilda has never loved me in our ten years of marriage. She has also seen me play the hero enough times that it doesn't even register anymore. But this time, it's a genuine matter of life and death. I push her out of the door right as flames engulf the cabin. "If there's a next life, I'll leave you alone, Matilda." Consciousness returns. I find that I've returned to the exact moment I'm about to propose to Matilda. I try to st

"F i r s t... l i f e. H e a l e r... n i g h t... j a s m i n e ... a n d... d i e d... i n... t h e... h a n d s... o f... w o l f... s p i r i t. S e c o n d... l i f e. S a m e. I... w o n d e r... i f... y o u r... l i f e... i s... p a t h e t i c... o r... y o u... l i k e... l i v i n g... i n... m i s e r y." He clicked his tongue and the book disappeared from his hand. He put his chin on the back on his hand and stared at her who was standing silently. "Why are you with him? Can't you see these red flags."

"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." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

“Now then, I’ll be going back now, I’ll be seeing you more from now on.” Bathala suddenly vanished and leaving Cillian alone with a flustered face, he now just realizes the amount of fun he’ll be experiencing from now on. “I didn’t know that from having to go on a trip back to our old house that I’ll be able to have a special encounter that will forever change my life. I’ll start exploring and enjoy this new chapter of my life to the fullest!” Chapter one ends~ to be continued

She slammed her cane against Tilda's back. "How shameless!" she barked. "What happens between you two is your business. Why are you announcing it in public? And wearing something so revealing? You're humiliating us!" In my last life, one servant got fired just for wearing shorts. After that, I was extra careful. It was because I lived so cautiously that I barely managed to survive in the Pearsons. But Tilda always assumed my life was easier just because I had a good husband. She never stopped to think—why should a good life depend on someone else?

To live, you have to die. Like all things born of fire and the moon, This story will begin at the end. What the hell did I just read? Was this book telling me that I would have to kill myself to gain life? As I read and reread the words, I felt a hole in my heart. There was no doubt, but I also couldn't understand how I could come to life after... leaving. I looked around the room, amazed. “Rhea,” I called my wolf. “What is this book asking me to do?” For the first time, she was as perplexed as I was.

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Vera’s body has met a consequence I will not mock and will not carry as my trophy. The fog has less capacity. The law has more teeth in the correct direction. And I—against every old prophecy of ruin— am carrying a life inside a life, with a man who asks, with parents who do not own, with friends who map medical appointments beside exam blocks, with work that still has my name on it in clean metadata. Chapter one hundred fourteen will close a book. This chapter turns the page with both hands. Still not over. Still happy in the serious sense. Still exact,