In Another Life By Littleluxray Novels & Stories

They told me he had been searching for me frantically across the world. The company’s projects had failed, investments dwindled, and it was starting to spiral downward. As for Laurel, I heard she’d been kicked out of the company. The things she’d done were now public knowledge, and no one would hire her. She had left the country, and no one knew where she was now. But I didn’t care. I was too busy. I completed my journey across Euchoth and even went to Effucca. I had left my mark across half the world, and this long journey was finally coming to an end.

Every day at lunchtime, I remember our moments together. Even here, a million miles away, she plagues me. Gianna! Maybe this is part of my penance; this suffering is worse than any death. It's like dying slowly, bit by bit every day—sort of like what I'd done to Felice and what I plan to do to the others. So maybe I was paying for my sins while here, so I won't have to pay for them in my next life. Please find me in your next life, Gianna! I'll wait for you there. ***

What if there was another being besides humans and vampires? These questions did not help me decide any better what to do next. I sat there on the carpet, knees to my chest. It was scary having no memories of the world I lived in. “Stupid Anthony!” I yelled aloud in frustration. Why did he have to take everything away from me? I started to wonder if I really asked for this life, or if he was just an ass hole. I looked down at my shirt, shredded with my bra showing. I guess the first thing to do was to get a new shirt. I got off the floor, going to the closet. I looked at every shirt in the closet. I laughed. They all had anime characters on them. Different shows it seemed. Of course I did no

she cried to us as she handed us the painting that was meant for us. I just smiled at her as she hugged us. I looked down at the painting I was holding. "Life in the Darkness" — The Woman Who Lived in the Dark." ** Life in Darkness has signed off.

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.

I was really overthinking things. The beeping machines in the hospital room seemed to be counting down to my final days. The sound was starting to irritate me, so I went to the window to gaze at the moon. Maybe the sky had a bone to pick with me too, because the moon was nowhere in sight in the pitch-black night sky. I wondered curiously whether the sun would rise tomorrow. Thus, I prepared to escape once again. This time, the one I ran into wasn't Landon, but Jordan. "Hazel, are you sick?"

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? **** The song started softly, just a faint whisper in the back of my mind. "In aeternum vive, anima pura. Lux tua in stellis, nunquam obscura." The words echoed, growing louder, filling the empty space around me. The melody wrapped around my senses, both soothing and haunting. A soft light appeared ahead of me, warm and golden, pulsing with an otherworldly glow. It beckoned me, a silent invitation I couldn’t ignore.

I am going to make my parents and every single person who made my life miserable pay! In this life, I am going to write my story the way I want it to be! I am going to get that happy ever after I've always wanted after I ruin their lives. I wiped my tears and walked over to the standing mirror with a smirk. Now to begin this new chapter of my story, I am going to do two things. ×. ×. × "You want to call off your engagement with Alastair?" Seraphine asked in a whisper and I nodded. I just finished telling her everything that happened, excluding the fact that I died and had reincarnated.

Some were kings. Some were warriors. Some were lovers. Some were enemies. Some were dead. Some were still fighting. Lyra stared in horror. “How many lives have we lived?” The Mother answered, “Too many to count.” Aiden suddenly began crying. Lyra held him close. “What is wrong?” “They're waking up.” “Who?” Aiden looked toward the cracks. “All of them.” One of the alternate versions stepped forward. She looked exactly like Lyra. But she wore a crown made from black stars.