In Another Life Book Novels & Stories

"Give me that piece of meat if those journals make you unhappy." "Did you finish it?" I inquired one more, as if to confirm. "This is an invasion of privacy; do you know whether or not that notebook belongs to me?" "I also need to know what I've safeguarded. Don't you see how the book of life and death has been destroyed? But it's great if you take your time thinking about what Ancanta has written; she's not simply a teenager." "You don't have to teach me," I grumbled, a youngster teaching me how to read? Even if he has a hundred years to live, I'll outlive him and be far wiser. I am so sure of myself.

"Okay, and??" "And you owe me your lives." "But I don't even know why!" Kara kicked a heap of dust in front of her. She was so angry. This was supposed to be the life she's never lived, the life she's always wanted, now unbridled at her fingertips...but then something weirder comes along, and now she's stuck with the school loser in another dimension. "If you really want to know," Mary said exasperatedly, "You're an anomaly, just like the rest of us. You weren't supposed to live again, and yet, here you are."

Josephine was not sure if she had done the right thing. But her child's life was on the line. She had her back against the door, and her heart was beginning to race. Again and again, she told herself it was only a transfusion. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. She tried to convince herself that once I regained my memories, I would forgive her. Every trace of light in them had gone out, leaving behind only a lifeless wasteland.

“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

We walked back to the bunker quietly. Each one of us was buried deep into his thoughts and his own world. I looked at Alice and wanted to say something to ease her worries, but my mouth didn’t cooperate. I needed some support myself, someone to tell me don’t worry and everything is going to be alright. This situation was fucked up more than that one with the cannibals. At least those monsters didn’t hide their identity or play saviors, but Johnson was like someone was raising cattle, then selling them.

He wasn’t just absent during my toughest times—he was the very one who had caused this entire mess. The realization settled in and suffocated him, making it hard to breathe. Overwhelmed by guilt and rage, Ross went on a relentless search, pulling every string he had to find me. Meanwhile, I was having the time of my life traveling through Euchoth. Without the demands of work, I was free to enjoy the world alone. It felt like I was living again for the first time in years. Every time I visited a new place, I took pictures with my mother’s photo in hand. I visited all the spots she had mentioned, leaving behind my trace in the places she loved.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

She slipped her arm through mine, looked straight at Regina, and said calmly, “So, this is your ex?” Worried she might get jealous again, I quickly explained. “We dated when we were young. Just for a month. I haven’t seen her in ten years.” The quick attempt to draw a clear line made Regina’s face pale. After a pause, I added, “And I never said I’d only love her in this lifetime.” Regina froze. She understood what I meant. That promise was from the man I was in my previous life. We had both chosen different paths now. That vow didn’t count anymore.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.