Life After Life A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

"We're both dead now. Let's stop pretending, shall we?" His voice was hoarse. "Sandra, I love you…" He did. He truly did. But the pain he inflicted on me was just as real. Seven years of love and devotion had amounted to nothing. In the end, I was torn to pieces, left unrecognizable. We were never meant to be. I was tired—too exhausted to love anymore. Shaking my head, I sighed. "Gavin, let's never meet again in the next life." With that, I turned and drifted toward the afterlife, believing that happiness awaited me in the next world.

I closed my eyes, trembling as tears escaped and fell into the food. "Happy birthday, Eleanor Shaw," I whispered to myself. "Keep moving forward—onward forever. Even if no one loves you, there's still light at the end of the tunnel. As Jeffrey said, you have enjoyed over 20 wonderful years of wealth and privilege. You've had it good." Just like that, I repeated words of comfort to myself as I wiped away my tears. I moved all my belongings that I had sorted out over the past two weeks in the living room.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

"Take my life if it makes you feel better." He closed his eyes as he waited for a second shot. But it never came. "Your life is filthy. I don't want it." I tossed the gun aside and headed upstairs. "Salvatore, from this day on, our paths will never cross again."

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

"Francesca Thomson!" Elijah rushed toward my lifeless body, panic written all over his face as he frantically tried to cover my spurting wound with his hands. However, there was no response. All he could feel was the heat draining from my skin with every second that passed. "Francesca? Say something! Why would you do something so stupid?" Just as Elijah finished speaking, he watched my body slowly fade into nothing before his very eyes. The weight in his arms suddenly vanished, leaving him frozen in place.

I thought he had been asleep for a while. I nodded, as if he could see that. “Yeah, and you know what? Earlier when she hugged me, she whispered something to me.” "What?" Auden opened his eyes and looked at me. I told him what Manang told me. “It’s just nothing, okay. Don’t think too much about that. Blessing and death are both part of life," he said as if he is educating me. I also don't want to believe but what Manang Tere said bothers me. I nodded at him in agreement with what he said. I took a deep breath and then adjusted my seat.

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

I hesitated to start this book as I had never ventured outside of the werewolf realm, but I'm glad that I did, and I'm glad that you took the chance to take this adventure with me. This was the longest book I had written. I'm happy that many of you stuck around to see the end of their story. Some of you want to know what afterlife awaits them, and I am not closing the door on that part. But many characters want to be written, so I want to give them a chance first. Perhaps one day I'll be able to go back and write about that part of their lives. For now, we will leave it as is and move on to Patrea&Lucius' story.

Shelly POV: so many things are happening in my life. I just feel so confused. I just want to live my life with my daughter. BUT no. God has other plans that's why this is happening to me because I can't control my feelings towards someone. Certain someone. When I walk out from the club I goes to my home. On my way back to home my phone rings continuously. Just when I got home and sat down the sofa doorbell rang. I furrowed my eyes that who could be on this time. I get up then open the door. Their stood the man that I don't want to see at that moment. But how could he get here so fast. We stared at each other.