In Another Life Novels & Stories

She was going to be his wife. But her mind drifted to last night's dream, in which she loved someone deeply. The man's face was unclear, but she trusted her choice. "What's up?" Andrew asked. "Lately, I've had this feeling," she replied. "Like there's another me inside, but she is living a totally different life. You're not in it, and she is not doing so well. It makes me cherish the life I'm living." Andrew smiled faintly. He'd never bought into supernatural stuff, but he'd felt another him recently too. One thing was certain. Debra was his only princess, and he was her only knight.

A small, messy, human web of connection. “THIS IS THE LIFE YOU PURCHASED WITH YOUR DEATH,” the administrator murmured. “THE ONE I HAVE BEEN HOLDING FOR YOU. ALL THIS. YOUR SECOND CHANCE.” The tug in my chest synced with the images, each beat of that other‑me’s heart tugging at this‑me like a tide. I understood, finally, what it was holding over me. Not abstract “rebirth.” Not some vague idea of “you get another shot.” *This.* Concrete.

"Cant wait to spend my life with you in this world." "I cant wait for that too..." Eliot whispered. . Misadventures is always been a part of our daily lives. But Anastasia's misadventures was different. She thought she was transmigrated, then found out she was breathing as Doreen Garcia, a possible murderer. Then she witnessed many peoples death and that was traumatizing. But after all those challenges, she can tell that she was stronger now. And together with the people she loves and a second life the god has granted to her, she will continue fighting.

If fate had been kinder… maybe she would have been mine. Maybe she would’ve had my child. Would she read my letter now? Would she play my voice memo? I hope she does. If I had more time… would she have loved me? My lips moved, but the words came out broken. A whisper was lost in blood. Maybe… in another life… Another shot—this time, it hit me from behind. I gasped. A choking, gurgling sound. My body gave out. The ground felt too far away, too close, all at once. I barely felt it when I hit the ground, my fingers twitching against the dirt.

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.

'Maybe in another life' He stared at those words and knew she was gone. There wasn't enough time to convince her otherwise. His chest hurts. The message sounds so permanent. That was the end of it. Another life. How could he ever settle for that? Adele Leighton. He whispered to himself. "I'll find you again."

"When?" She frowned that familiar frustration crossing her features when she reached for memories that weren't there. "I don't... it's just fragments. But I know I've seen it. In another life, maybe." Another life. The concept should have been ridiculous, but I'd seen enough to know better. Ember's phoenix-like cycle of death and rebirth was as real as the curse burning through my veins. Both impossible, both undeniable. "Let's just get somewhere secure first," I said, not making any promises.

But now… Now I knew that he was Mikey, and that he'd been waiting for me all this time. So no, I wasn't leaving. And suddenly, it all clicked. That was why, in my past life, he refused to touch Tilda. He knew it wasn't me. The thought barely had time to settle before his warm lips brushed against my cheek. He murmured, "Skye, stay with me forever." My eyes burned with tears. "Okay. Forever." I was so glad I had a second chance at life. This time, I didn't miss my true love.

I fell to the ground, and my phone flew out of reach. She pounced, the blade aimed directly at me. The rain poured over us, blurring my vision. “Die!” she screamed, raising the knife. I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst, until I heard a muffled grunt. When I opened my eyes, someone was between us—Gabriel. The knife had pierced his chest. Blood gushed from the wound, mixing with rainwater, dripping onto my face, warm and metallic.

She slipped her arm through mine, looked straight at Regina, and said calmly, “So, this is your ex?” Worried she might get jealous again, I quickly explained. “We dated when we were young. Just for a month. I haven’t seen her in ten years.” The quick attempt to draw a clear line made Regina’s face pale. After a pause, I added, “And I never said I’d only love her in this lifetime.” Regina froze. She understood what I meant. That promise was from the man I was in my previous life. We had both chosen different paths now. That vow didn’t count anymore.