In Another Life Novels & Stories

I had barely finished arranging all this when another subordinate sent me all the information he had found about Wilson. In my past life, I hated Wilson so much that I couldn't even bear to look at a photo of him. Now that I had gone back in time and gotten a second chance at life, I was a lot calmer. I became curious about just what sort of man he was that Sylvia, who had seen her fair share of men, was so obsessed with him. After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video.

Even when he sensed no wolf presence beneath the rubble, he kept searching until every stone had been checked. At the edge of the spirit realm, the gate to my next life opened. Before stepping through, I saw Mother preparing beds at the shelter while Father checked every child’s name against the room assignments. Farther north, Adrian knelt in the snow, clearing stones from a collapsed building with his bare hands. This had been my second life, and the second time I had died after being forgotten. Only after it ended did someone finally learn how to remember me. Light from the gate settled over my spirit, and for the first time, nothing held me back. “Thank you.” Then I stepped into the moon

At that instant, I thought-- If there's another life, I'll never be a good person again. Now, I was alive again. I would still be a good person. But I wouldn't be an idiot.

She tells Ethan about the first life in February. Not the full version — the full version has no container, requires a context she cannot give, and produces a claim that no evidence could support. But the version she has been circling since the La Latina street and the Bunkers and the night she told him about the file and the Christmas morning on the Gràcia balcony when she said *in another life* and corrected herself.

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.”

It hits me all at once. The hospital. The paralysis. Vance. Anya. The betrayal. The poison. My death. And him. Trying to save me. Too late. “I didn’t imagine it,” I say, my voice steady now. “I lived it.” He doesn’t interrupt. “I died,” I continue. “And somehow… I’ve been brought back.” Silence fills the room. Heavy. Final. I meet his gaze, something unshakable settling deep within me. “This isn’t déjà vu,” I say. A pause. Then— “This is my second life.”

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.

My wife, Clara Ellis, had just died. By law, I inherited her entire data archive. Among the files, I discovered an AI version of her that she had created so her surviving family could remember her after she was gone. My daughter asked, "What's the happiest moment of your entire life?" The Clara on the screen laughed. "Why, marrying your father, of course." Her friends asked if she had ever had any regrets. "Clara" shook her head. Then another question appeared, one the real Clara had prepared for herself. "If you could restart your life at 22, would you still choose to marry Darren?" For a full minute, Clara AI said nothing. Finally, she shook her head. "No. I'd rush to the airport a

I stare at the signage of police station 'Police of the people, protectors of nation', they should be embarrassed of how they made my life miserable, how I wanted to end my life. But I found hope, I found Aina who's been living between two worlds. I know it sounds ridiculous, but it happened. She approached me mistaking that I am the Quianna living with her, when she knew about my situation, having no one to rely on, she offered me to spend my days living with her. In my world, Aina is dead and it's my fault of why it happened. When I saw her again, I cried all night while staring at her place, then a glitch happened. I never knew, my other self, living in this world would spend her night wi

Anne -oh dear don't feel sad,just remember that anytime you feel in need of a woman,or you need someone to talk to, am always there for you, anytime of the day,ok it a promise to you Rick -Thanks babe,and thank you for everything you have done to me,the care and love you showed me,am so happy I have someone who will make me happy and not make me feel bad*smiles and kiss* Anne -thanks Rick,I love you so much*kiss* Rick -you do love me Anne*surprised* Anne - yeah I do love you Rick,ever since I saw you are a different personality entirely I fell for you, but am sad cause we can't be together,it's just a secret affair for the moment*sad and face fell* Rick