Life On Top Novel Novels & Stories

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

Why wouldn’t I be on top of the world? Anyone thinking I am living my best life doesn’t know jack shit. I mean, I was living my best life until I met her. My little mate came and turned my world upside down. I was ready to take Luna. A chosen one. I was so prepared, but Jade couldn’t even allow me to live my life without invading my thoughts. Even now, I’m standing in the room I gave her. I gave her this room last night in hopes that she would see that we could never be. That we are not of the same class, that my life and hers aren’t the same, that I breathe and eat luxury, and that is something that she can never have. The city view is lovely, and it paired well with the 100-year-old whiske

As you can imagine, my connection with Vitor was very long, years and years of growing up, sharing people and moments, it was hard to disassociate myself from everything we lived through. - Anna told me that your date is beautiful, have you seen him? - my mother said, snapping me out of my thoughts again. - He's a brute! And a bush animal! - I said grumpily. - And how do you know all this? - she said confused. - I just know, the guy is so weird that he's living in the forest above, do you think that's acceptable? - Wow... really there? Anna told me she has a cabin, but she didn't tell me it was there! - I don't know why I felt in my heart that my mother wanted to say more than she did.

"He’s just... okay." "And so are we," I said. The first day of our new life ended with the sound of the crickets and the smell of the damp earth. The world was still out there, screaming about Thorne and Sterling and the billions of dollars that had vanished into thin air, but inside the villa, the air was still. We weren't the "Power Couple of the Year." We weren't the "Secret Pregnancy Scandal." We were just Dominic and Seraphina. And for the first time in thirty-nine chapters, that was more than enough.

I calmly tucked away my acceptance letter from Northern Werewolf University. When I stepped into the villa, laughter floated out from the dining room. At the table, my parents and Tatiana were happily eating together. The moment I walked in, the warm atmosphere turned icy. I pretended not to notice. I no longer tried to force my way into their little circle as I did in my last life. I simply sat down and picked up the cutlery with quiet, practiced elegance. In my previous life, I worked tirelessly to catch up on the Alpha family's aristocratic etiquette, yet Tatiana's natural poise only made my awkwardness look like a joke.

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!

In some ways, Sharon wasn't that different from how she had been in her past life. She couldn't help but wonder: If there was a next life, could Sharon let go of her obsession and finally live for herself? She didn't know the answer. But Nova knew one thing for sure—she would live this life well. Not for love, not for anyone else, but for herself.

Didn't reach out to anyone from my old life. I just sat in that apartment above the hardware store, one hand on my still-flat stomach, and tried to figure out how Nova Hart had become Elizabeth Moore. And how Elizabeth Moore was going to survive what came next. Alone.

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

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.