In Another Life Novels & Stories

"Though as entertaining this is, the affairs of the still living are none of my concern. You'll have to speak to my opposite; Life." "So how do I find Life?" I asked, and Death shrugged, twirling his scythe as if it were a baton. "No clue. I deal with matters of death." "...you're of no help, you know that?" "I've upheld my deal, so I think I've helped way more than necessary. I'm just glad I didn't go fishing for your soul. Otherwise, I would've declined." My jaw drops at his comment, and he shrugs, fading away.

This is the story of a young man with a secret talent who plays good samaritan and finds himself at the center of a battle bigger than himself... but he won't be alone! At least that's part of the gist for now.😅 Now let's see how it goes… ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "The ghosts in my house wouldn't be so bad if they could just stop trying to cook" which will not appear in this form because it's allowed to work around them and so I did.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

My birth parents were ashamed I'd grown up on a farm, and they never spoke about my past to outsiders. Of course, William knew nothing as he only ever played the part of a loving husband. He was gentle and attentive, like he loved me, but he never once cared about who I was inside. My disappearance wouldn't trouble anyone. They'd just be annoyed that I'd left them with a mess to clean up, even in death. How could they ever clarify all the rumors of plagiarism and cheating? … After I came back, I sang to the birds, played my violin for the potatoes, and taught the kids on the farm how to sing do-re-mi.

“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.”

APRIL In my next life, I’d either come as a monarch’s favorite tea cup, or not come at all. All because this life was started to feel far too gloomy and devastating to live through. If my first life was this tedious, why would I consent to another one? No bloody way. Aren’t you being a little too dramatic? came my subconscious’s snarky interruption.

“Choose your world, Host. This dimension cannot support the anomaly.” Anomaly. That was me. A past life pulled into another world. A person created from someone’s wish. A borrowed existence. The countdown echoed again. “Nine seconds remaining.” A sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes. Suddenly, images flooded my mind, rapid and jarring like flashing lights on a broken screen. I saw Sky Templeton again. Not Gloss. Not Host. Not anomaly. Sky. The boy with a tired smile. The boy who never felt like he fit anywhere.

"You loved me so much. How could you be someone else's mate?" Then, as if struck by a sudden revelation, disgust twisted across his expression. "I see, Loria. You're angry because I made you apologize to Lyra. You did this to force me to give in, didn't you?" How laughable. How familiar. In his world, I would forever be trapped in the frame of being selfish and of being cruel to Lyra. No matter what I did, it would always be twisted into some persecution against her. It had been that way in my last life. It was still the same now.

Now, I feel nothing but the pit in my stomach, reminding me that I was living on nothing but hopes and dreams and a constant plastic cup of iced coffee in my hand. Sebastian sinks into the seat on my right, with Noah on my left and Emilio next to Noah. It's not subtle at all. People are moving seats to make room for them, and the scuttle makes my ears burn with embarrassment. I hate the attention, but I remind myself that I need to get used to it. This is the life that I was meant to lead. Right? "Nice of you to make it on time today, Annora," Darin comments, obviously referring to my being late to his class the last time.

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...!"