In Another Life By Littleluxray Novels & Stories

His slightly orange and yellowish eyes that resemble the sunrise calmly faced the sunlight that blocked his handsome face. He gazes at the white fluffy cat that was resting on his lamp desk like a hunter used to gaze at its prey. He stood up and gently shake the white fluffy cat that rests on his lamp desk. "Miks get up. The sun is up" the deep and hoarse voice echoed in the darkroom. Sa pagyugyog niya sa puting pusa sa mahabang oras na malapit na naman siyang mairita ay binuksan narin ng pusa nito ng Dahan dahan ang kanyang mga mata. When his crystal blue eyes came into contact with the bright sunlight that showered its whole face and body, it seemed to glitter and lighten up the dim room.

Emma Watson I didn’t sleep. Even after everything settled—the doctors’ assurances, Lucas’s steady breathing, Ray’s quiet confession—I couldn’t close my eyes. Every time I tried, I saw flashes. Blood on marble floors. Gunpowder in the air. Benita’s voice twisting around my thoughts like smoke. You're just another fool in Ray’s web. I stood barefoot on the balcony, the cool breeze brushing against my skin, the city lights flickering in the distance. Below, the world moved on—cars crawled through intersections, streetlights blinked through cycles, and lives continued, blissfully unaware of the storm we’d just survived.

He was about to curse himself when he found neat handwriting next to his poem. Rayven was confused, but his eyes followed the words, reading it to his brain quietly. Life is not a lot Life is just a thought As beautiful as I want Does not have to haunt It is full of ups and downs Of highs and lows of different towns With lights and nights of equal time You live and die for every dime I see the light that's not too dim I see that it is not so grim So, I try to light my world for me I try to listen; not hear from me

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. **********

] [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.]

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

"Yeah, I can't take all this stuff. Pick whatever you need." She saw right through me. "You broke up with that lad, didn't you?" I laughed bitterly. She caught herself, patting my shoulder. "I thought you two were solid," she sighed. "Oh well, life is full of curveballs. Just remember that there are other fish in the sea." Her open-mindedness soothed me a little. The next day, sorting through the apartment, I felt drained. Even my once-sharp mind became dull. I tossed and turned all night, stuck between nightmares and waking up.

Please God, let them not realize they deserve better, let them be my friends forever, please don’t spoil it this round,’’ I whispered a prayer quickly. My phone beeped and I picked it up to listen to the song. ANGELS BY MICHELLE MORRONE. I plugged my earphones in and listened to the song as I followed Cage’s instructions Life was awesome, the world was a beautiful place, a place full of dreams, if you were careful to see it, careful to open your eyes and notice the beauty in the world. I listened to the beautiful lyrics as I stood up to open my curtains. The world looked bright, the sun was shining bright, making everything to glisten, like crystals. I was smiling with my eyes closed as I in

“You propose that I take your side in a war against my brother?” “In aid of your nephew. And your son, who will inherit Death’s throne at my side.” I nod at Anton. She smirks. “Not enough, my dark little moon. But,” she shrugs. “I won’t delay you any further.” I gasp as Life raises her hand into the air and twists it, as the world fades away into smoke and dust and reforms a moment later. I stumble to the side a bit, the ground beneath my feet different now – dirt and sand, not marble floor.

God knows from how many days. I kept crying with my baby in my arms. Is this my life. . . . Please like and comment. Thank you.