Life After Life Novels & Stories

Janet was waiting for me outside, her eyes flicking past me toward the room behind me. "Thinking about going in to save her?" I asked. "No. I was just wondering what's going on." "I see." She handed me a file. "Laura jumped into a river trying to get away from some debt collectors and ruined one of her legs. Now she's hiding at an illegal underground club, working as a hostess. "But that bad leg makes her pretty much useless there. All she does is run errands for the other women. She hardly sleeps. They keep her working nonstop.

"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."

… Nine years had passed, and the elders had aged noticeably. That car accident from years ago had been secretly plotted by our family's rivals. The mastermind behind it was already behind bars, but everyone still believed I was dead. "I'm so glad you're back. At last, my precious daughter has returned!" A pang of bittersweetness hit me. For the past nine years, I had almost completely lost myself. My identity had been reduced to Charlie's wife and the mother of two kids. Shifting constantly between those roles, I hadn't lived as myself in the longest time, nor had anyone truly valued me in that way.

Why did I only understand how I felt after I'd already lost her forever? *** Epilogue II Third-Person POV After Yara died, Shawn went after Johan's company. When two heavyweights went to war, everybody took a hit. Their friends set up a dinner to force a truce. Johan and Shawn showed up as a favor, but both looked ready to tear into each other. Johan was a wreck. Shawn had lost so much weight that his eyes looked huge in his gaunt face. "Don't think I'll ever forgive you." "Give me Blackie, and I'll help you finish this," Johan said.

Perfectly. Fifteen years after death. Forever into life. Death acknowledged. Life celebrated. Past honored. Present embraced. Future built. Finally. Completely. Perfectly. Forever. Rachel's grave remains. Elara's life continues. Both real. Both true. Both beautiful. And that's everything. Absolutely everything. Perfect.

he said quietly, then retreated into shadow. When the grave was filled, Ophelia pressed a palm to the mound. “Your brief light will guide me,” she whispered. Snowflakes melted on her hand. Thorn spoke, rough with emotion. “War steals too much. I swear no blow will touch you again while I draw breath.” Ophelia met his gaze—friend, guard, unlikely brother in grief. “We endure,” she whispered. “Not for victory. For memory.” --- #### Ashes of Tomorrow Back in Cell Nine—straw replaced by blankets—Ophelia lay awake, pain ebbing to a hollow throb. Through the slit window stars burned, merciless and clear.

His eyes suddenly shot to stare at the camera lens instead and he looked delirious to Sia. “ They were living a happy life. A perfect life. A complete life. They loved each other and to add to their happiness another life came to their house. A girl born to Luther Martin and Lily Martin. The day she was born, Luther Martin threw a huge party. He called the people from all around the world and announced to them about the birth of their daughter. He named her Sia Martin that day. ” A gasp left Sia's mouth as her hand shot to cover her mouth. What was he talking about? Tears slipped past Sia's eyes as her sobs rang in the room. Her head was spinning with all of it. Was it another one of Lucas's

“ It's that...I am already tired of acting.” “ It's because you should be the scriptwriter of your life, not just not the actor.” I took a deep sigh and look up to the leaves of the trees. Soon enough they will fall to the ground and new leaves will grow. Life's like that, and you are the tree. There are people that you grew up with. You got comfortable with them, but soon, they will leave and new people will come. And It's funny how after they leave, someone will come. It's like.. life is just about waiting for people to go. How friends turn into strangers and strangers into friends. And how you felt alive..then suddenly you'll find out you only have few months to exist.

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.

I turned to check out the environment and was pleased with the place immediately. The place is called a bush bar, it's made with palm trees, like kind of a garden, I have seen something like this back home in Kenya and it always gives me this Africa origin vibes. There was a stage for a liveband and a female beautiful singer was already singing a beautiful high life song which was so calm, having an Africa story attached to it.