In Another Lifetime Book Novels & Stories

Jesus Christ! And as if on cue, the prayer I’d muttered while I lay dying in a pool of my own blood replays itself loudly in my head. “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want from me in return.” Tears blur my vision. It really wasn’t a dream. None of it was. I’ve been given another chance. A second life. However twisted the universe is, it listened to my prayer.

"Please stay with me, Weston! Please don't close your eyes! You have to hold on! We're supposed to have a good life, go on vacations, and have our own children!" She was trembling as she spoke. Every syllable felt like a heavy weight on my chest. I could feel the toxin surging within me, bringing waves of vertigo and a burning stomach. Yet, as my eyes met hers, a profound sense of ease washed over me. In my past life, I passed away in a cold, lonely rental. My heart had been consumed by hatred. In this life, I had someone who wept for me and gave their all for my sake. I used every bit of energy I had left to squeeze her hand and whispered, "You can rest assured that I'm too tough to die—eve

"Lyra is usually so gentle. This new guy, Elan Crowe, isn't even in her team. They have no grudge, no conflict. Why would she do something like this?" Exactly. I almost wanted to scream in agreement. I barely even knew this new coworker, Elan. At most, we had nodded to each other a few times when we crossed paths in the pantry. More importantly, he was a man, and I had grown up never even swatting a male mosquito. There was no work conflict or emotional entanglement. So why was it that in every single life, another version of me appeared out of nowhere, determined to kill him? There was no reason for it.

The key was Mars’s most sacred possession; it was the one bastion the invaders—his stepmother and her brood—had never managed to claim. He ran a finger over the spine of the book he’d plucked from a familiar nook, expecting the worn comfort of a re-read. Instead, his fingertips met unblemished leather. He didn't recognize it. There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE.

I visited all the spots she had mentioned, leaving behind my trace in the places she loved. Despite the joy of exploring, every time I thought of the past five years, regret washed over me. I regretted wasting so much time on a man. I regretted neglecting my family for the sake of love. I traveled around Euchoth for over six months, then journeyed across the world. For the last few years, I had been living on the road. Old friends occasionally reached out to me, sharing news of Ross. They told me he had been searching for me frantically across the world.

We will send the demons back to where they belong, but first we will make them live in the torture we create for them. *** This is the end 😭 but there is more in Book 2, My Devil's side, which is seven years in the future and is the last and final book to this story. I will load it in this book as the next chapter so it all together. Thank you for taking this journey with my characters and I hope you enjoyed. I love all the comments and gems. I truly appreciate the support. I hope to see you in my next book 😚

Evans said and Hazel placed the book on the table and wasted no time in turning the first page. She saw that it was blank and she took a quick glance at Mr. Evans before standing upright. She muttered something which was no doubt a spell and she placed her hand on the book. When she took her hand off, she saw a drop of red ink which started to form into words and she read, “The body is made mortal but there is an immortal body. If triggered, the inner body is quickened. The Chosen One shall make atonement on the land of ashes.”

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.

She's not crying, but her face was void of any emotion. "You didn't come back to find him?" Anastasia asked in a hoarse voice. Alistair noticed that and frowned when he found the lady crying beside him. "I tried, but I cant. I can still travel to another book but for some reason, I cant come back to that one. That's the time when I realized–that I can only travel inside a specific book just only once. Because once that I came back to the real world, I cant go inside again even if I want to." She explained. "So I tried to find the reason on why he cant come back with me on the real world. And that's how I found out...that he'e already dead on our world. It means–he was transmigrated not trans

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.