In Another Life Fanfic Novelas e Histórias

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

His breathing hitched. “Maybe… in another life…” he said softly, his gaze drifting slightly but still trying to hold onto me. “I won’t be a Don… no enemies… no blood…” My heart shattered all over again. “We’ll be normal people,” he continued faintly. “I’ll meet you… in a quiet place… not like this…” “Stop it!” I sobbed, clutching him tighter. “I don’t want another life! I want this one! I want you in this life!”

"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.

Erin's body, which was cold at first, slowly warmed up. Kreeekkk.. Suddenly Erin's body grew bigger and her clothes were damaged until she was completely naked. "Ehh what's wrong!? What's going on!?" I shouted in panic. "Al, so you came from another world too?" she asked. Well, what I asked was why she grew up and turned into another world, ehhhh. "Another world too? So it's really you guys.." Wait a minute, she called me Al, right? "Don't interrupt! Just answer the question!" Noe.

She turns to walk away, his hand stopping her. “What does that mean?” Anais laughs. “Does it matter? You win. No man will ever touch me again. Good night Lucifer.” Walking out, she goes home. Climbing in bed, she closes her eyes, wondering just what sort of life she can have. Is life even worth living if she can never get close to a guy? Does she want a life where she can never have a guy touch her?

Leaning my elbow against the wall, I cover my eyes with my hand to think. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll stay a bit longer. No guarantees for how long. And no need to leave Jody, go do…whatever it is y’all are doing.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” I drop my arm as she throws herself against me in a tight hug, patting her back and shaking my head. In my next life, I want to be the younger, prettier sister. She turns to go back in, but I have an idea. “Hey, Cami, one more thing.”

Death hummed, and whenever Cece tried to ask him a question, his hums got louder. When they stopped, Cece's body thrummed with energy, and she stared at Death. He was beautiful, and even as he smiled, she could see that there was something sad about him. "You've been offered a second chance, Cece. Get your revenge, and live your life. This is the only chance I'm giving you." And then he kissed her cheek, a small moon mark forming on the spot where he had kissed. Cece touched the spot in wonder and then felt a pain in the side of her neck. There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open.

My eyes are pretty hot, and I hate this. I fuckin hate this! I want to scream. So bad. "I'm already getting away with this Scarlett… There's nothing you can do, in our next lives, I hope we're sisters, that way departing from you will be hard." . .*

Declan’s name glowed on the screen again, and I let it ring out, my heart aching as I buried my face in the pillow in the pool of my own tears. The next two days passed in a haze of final preparations. Isabella didn’t answer my calls, her silence was a cold wall between us. I felt guilty for our fight, for my actions, for the words we couldn’t take back, but I didn’t know how to fix it. My mind was a storm of memories too about Declan, Alex’s cold indifference, and the chilling echoes of a past life I couldn’t fully grasp. Remembering what I experienced in my past life, vivid flashes of Alex’s betrayal, of financial crimes pinned on me. I woke each morning gasping, my heart racing, the line