Life After Life Novels & Stories

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."

“Hahaha!!!” Someone laughed heartily. “We know that you are the miracle doctor who caused the Underworld God to commit suicide a few days ago, but we aren't about to. The Pool of Afterlife is right here, and once we jump into it, we can leave this hellish place and rebuild our physical bodies. Do you think you can stop us?” Alex pointed at the Pool of Afterlife. “Are you guys talking about this?” That person said, “Isn’t this the Pool of Afterlife?”

Not everyone lives a good life in the afterlife. The afterlife is like a second life almost. It’s incredibly strange, and I can’t seem to wrap my mind around it fully. Zane understands it so much better than me, but he is also the son of Death, so that’s cheating in my book. The kids seem to grasp the concept pretty well, but not me. I never understood magic, and as much as I’ve tried over the years, it doesn't click in my brain. It’s a foreign concept that I can’t fully comprehend. I’m actually okay with not understanding it all. Besides, I don’t need to understand it. My role is to support, and I play my role very well.

The pillar responded by brightening, as if amused. The reel kept going. The crash again. This time, the Game added a soundtrack—low, cinematic strings under the screech of metal. Ethan’s texts ghosted over the footage in stylized bubbles. babe answer me don’t be dramatic ur scaring me “STAY TUNED,” the Game purred, over a slow‑motion shot of my body going limp, “COMING UP NEXT: THE AFTERLIFE MAKEOVER!” “Enough,” Corvin said. It wasn’t a shout.

I said, and we started eating the pizza we ordered. I have already died. Yup, and... 'That man' we are talking about is the one who killed me. And for some reason that I don't know, I was alive again. As if the afterlife is the second chance of your life. I bitterly smiled while sipping my milk tea. I am Kianna Amanda, and I won't tell you my last name. If so, you know, a mere human doesn't have the qualification to know my—pfft, just kidding.

On the day Dad made me draw lots to choose a wife, I was about to draw a number when comments started flashing past. [Don't do it! The whole thing is rigged. You’ll only end up married to a hideous woman and be stuck in a cold, heartless marriage alliance with the Wests!] [You’ll end up the target of enemies of the West family even before you marry their daughter. You’ll fall into their devious trap and get burned to ashes in a fire!] [Your childhood sweetheart Mindy Sullivan has a bark that’s worse than her bite. Her disdain and disregard is just a farce. She really loves you. Marrying her is the right move!] My hand froze in midair. I told my dad that I wanted to marry Mindy. On my

"What happens to reality after a cycle ends?" Elias looked tired again. So very tired. Then, he answered. "Reality begins again." The observatory lights dimmed. "Different stars." A pause. "Different people." Another pause. "Different stories." The awakened network pulsed softly. Luke thought about Carlos and Marcus in another life. Friends meeting again under different names. Children being born in new universes. Possibilities continuing. Elias looked toward him. As though somehow hearing the thought. "Nothing survives perfectly." The silver ocean shimmered faintly beneath the floor.

"Dahil pag nagpasya silang kumalas, hindi na nila hawak ang kapalaran nila. They'll either cross the line of the living or the dead." "What does it mean?" hindi ko alam pero bigla nalang akong kinabahan sa sinabi niya. Line of the living or the dead. "You see, they aren't dead nor alive. They are on the thin line of those two. Kapag nakalaya sila, iilan lang ang matagumpay na mamumuhay sa kasalukuyang panahon. Yung tipong tinanggal lang ang tila sumpa sa kanila. Some may live in the present time, but their memories will be washed away. A restart to be precise. And some? They cross the line of the afterlife." mahabang paliwang niya.

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!

They were worried that it might hinder your future. Nico laughed coldly. "But it looks like you weren't hindered at all. Not even days after Lucaro's 'death', you were with Carlo." My hands holding the coffee cup trembled. I asked cautiously, "So, Lucaro isn't dead, right? He's alive? And he woke up?"