In Another Life Novels & Stories

“What do you mean, a second life?” I swallowed, my chest feeling tight. I had wanted to say this for a long time, but I always held back. Now, when our world was calm, perhaps it was time. “Kaelos...” my voice trembled. “There's something you need to know. About... who I really am.” He looked at me seriously now, his body slightly rising, one hand still holding my fingers. “You look at me as if this is something big.” “It is.” I took a deep breath. “I’m not just Seraphina Luminara, the person you know now. I lived before… in another life.”

“It couldn’t all be that positive. What was worst case scenario?” He shrugs, dropping his gaze, not really liking that turn. “That at least we’d be ghosts together. Maybe be reincarnated together so that we could try this again. In the next life.” My heart seizes at that idea, my lips turning down at both the secret sweetness of him even if no part of me wants that – not at all. This life – I want this life. “That wasn’t the deal, Anton,” I whisper, tightening my arms, pulling him closer. “I promised you I’d win that prize and bring you back to life. That’s what we agreed to.”

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

Ripped from my body. When I finally opened my eyes, panic rushed through me. My hands flew to my belly— Flat. Empty. Lifeless. Not swollen with life anymore. Not full of hope. Just... gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I cried out in agony— "My baby... my pup...!"

Lewis. The problem was, Mr. Lewis had already gotten into trouble. They didn't expect another one of Megatech's partners to also bite the dust… Amelia didn't remember hearing about a company collapsing in her past life. She rubbed her nose bridge. Some things went differently in her past life. Even with this second chance at life, she couldn't predict everything. For example, Nicole hadn't returned to the country until now in her past life. Yet, she was back now in this life.

“Such nonsense, isn’t it? As if we can’t both exist in the same space without being rivals.” I force a smile. “It’s just the media trying to create drama.” “Perhaps. Although it does make you think,” she murmurs, tapping her chin, “how… different things might have been in another life.” “What do you mean?” Veronica shrugs, the movement causing her robe to slip slightly off one shoulder. She adjusts it casually. “Oh, you know. Maybe in another life, our roles were reversed. Perhaps I was the mate and wife of Arthur, and you were… well.” She smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “The lonely spinster.”

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 stood next to James and shook my head, but he couldn’t see it. The wind in the leaves was the only answer I could give him. “Let it go, James.” “If there’s a next life, it’d be better if we didn’t meet again.” “This one was too hard, too bitter.” I was talking to myself. If there really is another life, I’d rather be the wind around you, or a cloud, just there quietly. That would be enough.

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