Life After Life Novels & Stories

For her, I had given up on my dream of being a pianist. Yet, the moment Wilson appeared, he turned everything I had ever done into one big joke. When I didn't reply, the doctor went on, "Mr. Chance, it's best if you have family around to support you when undergoing chemotherapy. Does your wife know about this?" Raising my head to lock eyes with him, I answered calmly, "My love is dead." One hour later, I stumbled my way out of the hospital using the walls as support. Once some color had returned to my ghastly pale face, I took out my phone to call my younger brother's caretaker.

There was a snap, and she let out a gasp, eyes flying wide open. "M-my neck! It hurts!" She cried out. "In order for you to come back, you have to heal how you died. You died of a broken neck. It's healing now, and the bone snapped back in place." He explained, sounding apologetic. Cece briefly saw stars, and she dropped to her knees, letting go of Death's hands. But he kept a hand on her back. "I don't need you getting lost in this part of the afterlife." He explained

I shrug faintly, suddenly feeling humbled. The little girl pops out from the woman again and skips toward me, her laughter echoing in the serene air. Bolder this time, she takes my hand and tugs at it, looking up at me with innocent eyes, and I cannot help but smile. The little girl starts to skip around me. Turning my attention to the woman, I ask the question that has been gnawing at me since I woke up, "Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?" The woman throws her head back and laughs. ""What is after life?"

*** GIANNA *** Back to reality. As soon as the plane landed, I felt the change. All day, I've been avoiding thinking about this, about going back to my real life, but I guess there was no escaping it now. Although I sat in the car with the Russo family, I already felt the loss. The weekend is one I'll store away in my mind for those rainy days to come because I'm sure I'll never have another like it.

ADELINE’S POV It was the last day of the shoot, and I sat under the huge umbrella where Jennie, the makeup artist, was doing my makeup. The sun was bright and the day was hot. Everyone was excited and relieved that the shoot was finally coming to an end. Jennie, was talking about the pool party the director was throwing later that night. "You know, after the shoot, the director is throwing a pool party before we head back to Manhattan tomorrow," she said, her voice full of enthusiasm as she carefully applied mascara to my lashes.

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

We are heading down the stairs when I hear Ezra on the microphone. "Thank you all for coming tonight. I know you all are here to celebrate your Luna's birthday but I have news to share. Lune Adeline and I are now divorced. She will be leaving the pack after this party." He says to the crowd as he glares at me and Alpha Aspen holding hands. The crowd gasps and all look in my direction. "I have met my mate and Adeline appears to have met hers. So please be happy for us both and help give her a proper goodbye." He says as he smirks at me.

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

he took my head on his shoulder and I leaned closer to my twin. “There are things that take long before it goes away, you know that,” “And for each one that went away has at least something for you. those scars will forever remind you of the battles you’ve won,” he said slowly but his eyes never left the ocean. “You have the time of yours. Take it slow Asmara.” Afterlives are something that some people hold in their hearts a glimpse of hope that they keep with them. They believe that in another life their loved ones will find their way back and happily ever after will follow. I hope those were true. Perhaps it was love that made people believe in such.

Aunt Lane gasped in a hushed voice on the other end of the phone as if someone had told her Martha Stewart made the brownies she was eating. "Well yeah. You think I'd make that shit up?" "Oh, dear, what a crazy wild little life you have out there." Aunt Lane sighed deeply and was silent for a moment. "I suppose you have things to do there like a funeral and lawyers and insurance people and what not. Death never ends just with the life the family still has to deal with the aftermath of it all."