In Another Lifetime Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"It happened to me. Forty years ago, when I was thirty-one years old, I died. And I came back." The quiet in the room was complete. "I am not telling you this to create sympathy," he said. "I am not asking you to reconsider anything about what comes next. I understand what the next months look like for me." He paused. "I am telling you because you should know that you are not the only one. That you were never the only one. That there are others — some of whom you will find, some of whom may find you — and that what you choose to do with the second life matters in ways that extend beyond your own story."

Apart from that, it felt like there was nothing else. Her phone buzzed incessantly. Feeling around for it, Bianca picked it up. "Hello?" "Bia!" On the other end was Natalie's voice. And suddenly, in the midst of her panic, Bianca felt a strange calmness. Cedric had said... Natalie came from another lifetime! Bianca couldn't believe it. But now, she hoped...! She hoped that she, too, could reach another lifetime in her final moments. She hoped she could go to a world without the Entes family.

Cassian said as he held down Dunley, who was about to get up. "Don't worry about me. Take Anthony and go!" Dunley said grimly. "Go? Do you think you can still go anywhere?" Sneering, Leland got back on his feet. What the hell? Cassian's eyes widened. "You must be wondering why I'm not dead yet, even though you killed my life-bound parasite," Leland remarked smugly. "Well, it's because my life-bound parasite isn't dead." "That's impossible!" Before Cassian made his attack, he'd used the All-Seeing Eye and saw that Leland's life-bound parasite was a tiny bee hiding inside a blood vessel under his ribs. The needle should've killed it for sure.

All she did was glance at my vitals and said mercilessly, "I'm his family. I'll handle everything." The doors closed after she was gone. The doctors injected anesthesia, and I saw the thick needle stab into my arm. As my consciousness blurred, I felt my blood getting drawn out endlessly. My body grew colder with every passing moment. The years I had spent with Josephine replayed in my mind one last time. Every memory rose like a bubble. Then each one shattered into dust. If this was her wish, then she could have it. From now on, that relationship would stay behind us forever. We were even.

Moments later, a shout rose outside. “The griffin carriage lost control!” “Is that Adrian Seraphiel?” “Why did he not open his wings?” My steps paused for only a moment. Then Cassian came quickly from the council hall and took my hand. “What happened?” “Nothing,” I said. The noise outside faded. In my last life, I had looked back at Adrian too many times. Each time, I only made myself smaller and easier to hurt. This time, I would not look back again. Cassian led me inside. Beyond the high windows of the Holy Court, the cloud sea rolled beneath the sky, and our child moved gently inside me, like a spark of dragonfire reminding me that my future was already in my hands.

May we be family again in another life. I floated in front of the graves, reading those words. Silent tears slid down my cheeks as I thought, 'Another life? If there truly is another life, I would not want to be your brother again.'

Sloane sets her glass down on the marble bar top, hands folding together like she’s steadying herself. “Why does it still feel like this?” she asks, looking straight through me . “Like no time passed at all Rhett?” I step closer before I can stop myself. Close enough that her breath warms my chest and my neck. “Because some things don’t fade,” I growl. “They wait.” Her eyes flick to my mouth. Then back to my eyes. “If we cross this line,” she whispers, “there’s no pretending afterward.” “I’m done pretending,” I say.

I was months older than Sophie but because she was my stepmom's biological daughter she had some immunity over her, if not for Selena I would have ripped her apart. “Let's go.” Selena said, her hands patting Sophie on the back as they left the kitchen. “Oh my God, the vanguard's heir is so attractive.” Sophie said, her voice echoing down the hallway as they both left for the event or launch party, whatever it is called. I finally finished washing the dishes. I washed my hands with running water as I walked down the hallway to my room. I placed my phone on my bedside table as I took off the apron I had worn earlier.

When we were together, he couldn't dump me fast enough. Now, with a new girlfriend in his arms, he was playing the devoted ex. I sneered, wondering if he would regret it when I was dead. ... In my last moments, I went back to my old city. My leg muscles were shrinking. I could barely walk. Lying in a hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling and thought back. It was a thing dying people liked to do. When Sophie popped into Mateo's life, I noticed her right away because she resembled me.

"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.