In My Next Life I Beg For Your Love Novels & Stories

My death was sudden, and Hamilton Corporation fell into chaos as everyone scrambled for power. Only Sophia had come to see me. Standing alone before my tombstone, she stared at my photograph and whispered, "If I had known it would end this way, I never should've given you up to her so easily." When I was given a second chance at life, I changed my choice. But now, facing her, I suddenly felt uncertain about what to say. Seeing my hesitant expression, Sophia asked gently, "Is there something on your mind?" "Well, I'm curious why you agreed to this. After all, we've never really met before, have we? I was thinking that if you disagreed..."

“Please.” “I love you,” I whispered again. “Let’s meet in the next life.” My words slurred, my strength gone. And then, I let go. Darkness swallowed me whole.

I fell to the ground in front of Ethan. He frowned and crouched down, gripping my chin. His eyes were a storm—rage and something else buried deep. "I gave you enough money when we broke off our mate bond," he said, low and cold. "And yet you're out here selling yourself? You enjoy this? Joy, name your price. Whatever you want—just say it, and I'll pay." My heart bled. But I smiled through the pain, eyes full of tears. "Ethan," I said. "I'd rather earn my money dirty than ever beg you again."

The words tumbled out, softer than intended, a fragile offering into the swirling current of their shared emotions. Grace’s sigh was a release, a palpable wave of relief washing over her. "Hannah," she began, her voice husky with a desperate hope, "for the love of everything, just kiss me. Please." The plea hung in the air, a whispered invitation into the unknown, a promise of the passionate storm they both craved.

I beg you! His apology was sincere. The old me might have wavered, but now, having felt the strength of a love truer and fiercer than anything before, his words stirred only disgust. I looked at his haggard, desperate face with no warmth in my eyes, as if he were nothing more than a stranger. "I don't need your repentance. Your atonement is meaningless. And your promises…" I paused, letting the faintest note of mockery lace my tone. "They had come one lifetime too late! As for leaving?"

“Arden… it’s okay if part of you still loves him. That doesn’t make you weak.” “It makes me stupid,” I said, more bitterly than intended. “No. It makes you human.” I stared down at my coffee, the ice clinking softly against the plastic. “He left when everything fell apart. I begged him to stay. I needed him to just… not give up.” “And he did?” I nodded. She reached over and touched my hand. “Then he needs to earn the right to even speak your name. Don’t let him rewrite the story just because he walked back in.”

I looked down at my stomach and nausea filled me. What was this feeling? “We are going to kill Diana Amsterdam.” The bandit said, interrupting my thoughts. I would die? And my family would have no knowledge of me? Tears rushed down. “Miranda. Please talk to Leon. He can't let me die.” I turned to the only person who could convince him. She was my last hope. “I promise I'd let him be. I won't disturb any of you anymore. I'd disappear from your life.” But to my surprise, she simply stared at me.

"If the name isn't changed now, it will be read aloud at the wedding." Dante's expression darkened further. He wanted to explode, but the presence of the elders held him back. He leaned in and said through his teeth, "You can't leave me, and you can't leave this betrothal. Don't try to force my hand this way." I looked at him and suddenly felt nothing at all. In my last life, I had died at his hands. He believed even my life should make way for his love. And yet he still thought I was the one coercing him.

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

I noticed there were tears in my eyes while we're I'm begging for her. "I'll never waste my life again in the bar. I'll stop drinking for you, sweetie. But you promise me you won't leave me and we could live together. Please. I want you to be mine. You're my everything. You're my world. And you're the only woman I could cherish for all of my life. I'll never hurt you, I promise you," I demanded. "I love you and I will never break your heart. I broke the hearts of those women, but it'll never happen again. You taught me how to forgive, apologize, and to love again. And without you my life will be torn apart forever. I'll never ever see the beauty of my life without you. Please, sweetie. I wan