La Vida Después De La Muerte Novela 소설 & 이야기

His lamentations were enough for her to hear. After all the bitter winters and healing autumns that life has brought to them, their sufferings have not ever sprouted. So the day has come for her. The most doleful day that she is only alive, being hugged and kissed, in the most cherished memories of the people who remembers her. But in reality, she is no longer… Shanta has already been erased from the world and from the minds of these people who once became a part of her life. Because three years ago, she was declared dead. And now, she wanders like a restless soul.

The face was all scratched up, and anything on her body that could prove her identity was taken away, so we suspect it's an intentional murder. Hearing that the body was salvaged from Salakole, Winston paused for a moment, then he put on his sterile gloves with a poker face. I floated in mid-air, staring at the man in front of me. Three years... It had been three years since I died. After I died, my soul was trapped in Salakole, suffering in the fierce wind and freezing weather all day. Until someone found me, they brought me back. But I didn't expect that Winston was the person who would personally dissect me.

Kaidaira's POV My eyes fluttered open. Was I in the afteife? Calantha had successfully killed me just as she wanted. But this place wasn't feeling like it should feel. This is the afterlife, it's supposed to feel unreal but this, this feels too real, I could smell the earthly dust, I could hear my wolf rumbling inside of me. She's back, my wolf is back! This place, it looks nothing like the afterlife, my senses were not fully awake, my vision was still blurred, I could not make full sense of my energy.

I had endured because Dante held my hand and told me there would be a life after all of it. Now that life had finally come, he wanted me to hide it. “If you truly love me,” I said, “why is my child the one who has to disappear?” Dante’s expression darkened. “Don’t make it sound like that.” “But that is what you’re doing.” A few guards and staff members had started looking toward the office. Dante noticed and lowered his voice. “We’ll talk at home.” He guided me out through the private elevator. Serena followed us without being asked.

At the same time, Cassian's expression darkened as well. Suddenly, a tinkling laughter echoed through the living room. Everyone turned to see Cyndi approaching Serena, a smile plastered on her face. "Oh, Serena… To think that you'd end up like this today! Here's a word of advice: hurry up and sever all ties with that boytoy of yours. Otherwise, you won't be able to rest eternally in the Landon Family Cemetery after your death. You'll end up becoming a lost soul, you know." Justin joined Cyndi as well and stood next to her. He looked down at Serena haughtily, his voice clearly laced with arrogance.

She was hoping that there is something she could use to know what their future will be. | Afterlife is different from reincarnation. In after-life, existence takes place in a spiritual realm. In other popular views, the individual may be reborn into this world and begin the life cycle over again, likely with no memory of what they have done in the past. | "That's it? What about the peculiar reincarnation?" She asked the book as if it would reply.

She took out a dagger. Blood was seen everywhere. Before Lori fell, she reached out to touch my tombstone. "Don't be afraid, Chad. I'm coming to see you." When Lori died, I saw a white flash of light. I found myself in the nether world. The nether world guards brought me to face the ruler of the nether world. As I had lived a good life, he arranged for me to be reincarnated into a good family as compensation. I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?"

[In the Next Life — April 12, 2024, 3:09 PM — I Don't Want To Die] The aspect ratio changed. I was holding the phone to record myself this time. The background was completely dark. No lights on. I sat by the window. No more jokes, no more smiles. My eyes were red. Tears kept falling. I had my hand over my mouth, fingers trembling as I stared into the camera. "What do you think the world looks like after we die? I can't even bring myself to ask William. I'm afraid… afraid that once I do—" My voice caught.

" She brushed her hair back and smiled faintly. Three people in my family had died one after another. The police could no longer treat it as an ordinary case. Reporters swarmed the story, and before long, the entire country was talking about it. Everyone wanted to know the same thing: What exactly had my little brother said before he died? Crowds of journalists camped outside our home day and night, all hoping to get an interview with my mother. However, she refused to see anyone. She stayed shut inside the house, holding our family photo album for hours at a time, sitting there in silence day after day. Then, on the seventh day after my father's death, the police recovered his body from the

Cassian Silence after death feels like something you can touch. It's like thick velvet pressing against the broken sanctuary settling into the cracks of stone and the mouths of broken saints. Even the wind doesn't want to come in. The altar is split down the middle marble cracked by age and violence and on it lies the woman I should have left to die. Selene doesn't move. Blood has dried in a line on her throat where my teeth pierced her skin. A smear of crimson is on her lips, the drops I forced there with hands that were steadier than my conscience.