In Another Life Fanfic Novels & Stories

The fear of being dependent on others' charity made me afraid to eat my fill. At night, when the hunger became unbearable, I would sneak into the yard to eat leaves. Sebastian had caught me once. He shared his snacks with me and comforted me, "Don't be afraid, Rachel. I'll protect you from now on." That moment of warmth made me fall deeper and deeper. That was why I was still willing to marry him in my previous life, even though Sebastian did not love me initially. Over the next few days, Sebastian continued lurking around the campus. I deliberately avoided him, unwilling to have any further contact.

"So Mr. Blackwood, please don't call or text anymore. Don't appear before me again, and don't harass Kaelen either." My voice was firm and final. "There's no relationship between us anymore. There never will be again." "Forgotten things can be remembered again!" He suddenly became agitated, leaning forward desperately across the table. His eyes were wild with a manic kind of hope. "We can start over! I'll find you the best healers in every territory! I'll stay with you every day and tell you about our past!" His voice grew louder, drawing stares from other café patrons. "Sera, you loved me so much before - you were willing to die for me! You fell into that crevasse trying to save me!"

I had to survive first before worrying about any of the gossip. Just then, my phone rang. It was Eleanor calling. She had finally remembered me, her so-called boyfriend. I hung up immediately. With the surgery approaching, I didn't want to hear her voice or any explanations from her. All I wanted was to focus on surviving the surgery. However, soon after, I received a livestream link from Joseph. In the livestream, Joseph was getting out of the car. He grabbed Eleanor's hand as they ran toward the nearby aurora. Under the aurora, the snow-white glaciers stretched out, making the ground look like it was paved with diamonds. It was shimmering in every imaginable color. The two of them stood be

“I am destined not to find love in this life. It's a punishment for my past life sin. Hopefully, in the next life, I'll find love and good friends like you and Alexa.” I smiled. “I hope you reconcile with the one you love, you might not get the chance later even if you will live forever. If you don't take this chance, you'll regret it forever and I don't want you to regret anything. You must promise me you will live well.” I nodded, “I promise.” “Share the good news to Alexa, that I'm finally leaving this world. I have no idea what the other life has for me but i have a feeling it is going to be good.”

“Far enough that my parents can’t guilt me into obedience again. Far enough that no prince, no Alpha, no crown, can reach me. I’m tired, Dante. I’m tired of loving people who turn into strangers. Of watching best friends become enemies, and enemies become maybe-friends. I’m tired of being in the middle of everyone’s war.” She looked away then, brushing dirt from her palms. “I’m sorry,” she added. “I know I have wasted four years of your life. You could have had a real chance at love.” I chuckled, not because it was funny, but because pain sometimes leaves you no other choice. “A real chance at love?” I repeated. “Annette, my mate died. She died with our children. Do you really think I could

"Before I change my mind." We walked toward the door. Chen moved aside. "Lilith," Aiden called out. I turned. "I really did love you, you know. Before he came along. Before everything got complicated." His smile was sad. "In another life, we could have been happy." "In another life," I said, "you wouldn't have been broken." We left him standing alone in the warehouse. Outside, Elena waited by a car. "He let you go," she said, surprised. "We made a deal," Jamie said.

Rhea's Pov "If you want to know," Alaric sighed, "Then you better sit tight because this is going to be a very long story." I nodded, listening attentively. Finally, I would bet an explanation for all those odd memories I was seeing. “Actually… This is the second life that you're living.”

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

Anna felt an odd sensation. In her previous life, Imelda and Mike were so in love. However, in her newly transmigrated life, the two had turned against each other and were almost enemies. This was strange yet amazing. This ending was different in this life. In this life, her mom lived a good and fulfilled life, she didn’t die. She had no family here. She had nothing. “I want to go back.” Anna walked to the balcony. The ferocious flames had already reached the balcony. She looked up at the sky as she shouted, “I want to go home! I want to go home!”

After a moment, he asked, “If I fed him to the sharks, would you cry?” I didn’t answer. Instead, I asked him, “Alessio Carbone, do you believe in another life?” He didn’t hesitate. “I do.” I looked at him. “Then why do you think people need another life?” He didn’t speak. I continued. “Because in this life, someone always makes a mistake.” “And some mistakes can never be undone.” I paused. “That’s why there has to be another life.”