Novel & Cerita In Another Lifetime Book

' Valerie sighs as she places a bookmark on the book's pages that she’s currently reading, then places the novel on her bedside table before turning off her lamp and getting ready to sleep. In her dreamworld, Valerie looks at the back of the two individuals who are in front of a priest something, and she can clearly hear some people chatting about something, as if they are discussing a divorce of two high-ranking people. ‘This appears to be a wedding, but I keep hearing divorce.' She thought as she stared at the woman in front of the priest dressed in an unfamiliar clothing.

They were around fifty, wandering around the world, living among the human just as the perfect human, still waiting for the sacrifice that could lead them to the path of eternal afterlife to heaven. ********* Author's note. Hello everyone !!! So, here is the completion of the second part of the story, The Immortal Love. Third part is on the way. You can find me on instagram as @Rosechrys5996. Do follow me to know more about my works and to chit chat with me. Trust me, I am a good speaker on chat, hehe. So, stay tuned and stay happy and healthy everyone. Thank you clicking the story and reading it. *******

"The one where everything went wrong. Where I failed you so completely that it killed you both. That actually happened, didn't it? Not in this version of events, but in—" "Another life," I finished quietly. "Yes." The word hung between us, confirming everything. "You lived through that," Xenois said, and it wasn't a question. "You died in that timeline, and somehow—somehow you came back. You've been living this whole time knowing what could have happened. What did happen in another version of events."

Then she immediately sent the man away. I walked over and greeted her openly. "Long time no see." Tears instantly filled her eyes. "Long time no see, Logan. I've always owed you an apology." I smiled. "You mean because of our previous life?" A bitter smile crossed her face. "So you really were reborn too. No wonder. "I know I was wrong. More wrong than I can ever make up for. After you died, I finally realized I'd already fallen deeply in love with you. Can we start over?"

“You had a specific reason for preferring it.” “You said it turned me on,” I said flatly. “In your words, not mine.” “In my past life’s words.” “In your words.” He said it with absolute consistency, the same calm certainty he’d used for everything else. “Your soul doesn’t change between lifetimes, teddy bear. It just forgets. The body forgets. The mind forgets. But the bone-deep things — the things that make you who you are — those don’t forget. They wait.”

Zoe stared at the book, her fingers hovering over its worn cover, tracing the cracks in the leather and the faint symbols etched into its spine. It felt… alive. Not in a way she could explain, but there was something ancient about it—something that pulsed beneath the surface, waiting to be uncovered. The Book of Life, her heart raced, every answer she had been searching for… could be inside.

It was a forbidden book. It says Breakers soul could be tangled together with a soul called Ginnak. By this, the person's body will be reborn when the Ginnak soul penetrates the body. By this, the person becomes a living person. Side effects;... He didn't pay attention to the effects. What effect was more disastrous than death? But there was one problem. It needed the consent of the King of hell. That's gonna be hard. _____________ He passed the burning guards at the gate and made his way to his father's chambers (Vamurus's Father), he needed to get this done. Anne only had a day left to live.

“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're under a powerful curse. I can't lift it. You must find the person who cast it." With tears streaming down her cheeks, my best friend dropped to her knees, begging the nun for help. After pondering for a moment, the nun handed me a scroll of prayer. "This will buy you time, but the curse will eventually rebound onto the puppet. "However, your fates are intertwined now. If you died, she would die too; if she died, you'd be dragged down with her. "This isn't a long-term solution. You must find the person who placed the curse on you and have them lift it."

"He used to cook for me too, all the time." The bed began moving toward the operating room. William gripped my hand tightly. I forced a small smile. "What are you so afraid of?" I asked. "If you don't make it out... what am I supposed to do?" he said. I paused. Then, I said quietly, "Then let's meet again in the next life." Our hands were pulled apart, and the doors of the operating room closed behind me. … [In the Next Life — March 16, 2024, 2:07 AM — I'm Turning Into An Angel]