Link Remembers His Past Life Fanfiction นิยาย & เรื่องราว

As Zin was scrubbing the dishes, a sharp pain in his head began to occur, and suddenly his thoughts were interrupted by a realization. "No, it can’t be, right?" he whispered to himself. "Miss Lyra's dream about Master may have been more than just a dream." He remembered the stories he heard about people having strange connections with their past lives. In a moment of realization, Zin dropped a plate, shattering it into pieces on the kitchen floor. Dame turned around, alarmed at the sound. "Zin, what the hell is happening? Is everything alright?" he asked. Zin shook his head. "I don't think so, Dame," he responded. "Miss Lyra's dream about Master... it's not just a dream. I think she's starti

I nod as I watch the two of them leave my room. Link pauses, stopping in my doorway. “Hey,” he grins nervously. “I’m planning on going in the morning. Just in case I don’t get a chance to see you before I jet out of here, I just want to know that…It’s been an adventure meeting you, Liliana Adare.” “Strange to think,” I say as I stand to meet him at the door. “That if things had gone differently, you would have been my foster brother.” He laughs, “Well if that had happened, that would have made this awkward,” he says as he leans over and kisses me,

Her pussy milks every last drop from my straining cock. “You’re ours now little one.” I can hear the smile on Zander’s lips, and I look over Liberty’s shoulder just in time to see him suck her juices from his fingers, I can’t say I blame him. “And we are yours.” I tell her over our mind link. She turns her head and sparkling, emerald eyes meet mine. “I haven’t mind linked since being taken from my pack. I forgot how… intense it can be. Having a bond with someone. Even then, it was only my parents.” She mind links us both, looking from me to my brother and back again.

Like how Lance chose Gwen over me and had said he was going to break-up with me after prom. How I feel so alone. Over and over the memories and thoughts rip into me, tearing me apart. My life flashes behind my eyes of everything I've lost. But then other visions swirl before me. Of my past lives with Ben and Kiarr and finally Jacques. And I feel the love for them that I had then and now morph and grow. How I yearn for them even during the darkest parts of my lives. How they complete me. And I don't want to die again, not in this lifetime.

All his attention sank into Amelia's words, and into the previous-life fragments flashing through his mind. He pressed his lips together slightly. His brows eased; the jawline that was usually tense softened now. His fingertips tapped lightly on his knee, the rhythm slowly aligning with the images of his previous life. It was the tremor of a soul returning to its place—memory sealed for a thousand years, awakening and merging bit by bit.

Blood was everywhere—thick, metallic. His dead eyes flickered. "Do you remember... in our last life..." He coughed blood, voice torn to shreds. "You bonded to me... under the Moon Goddess statue... said it'd be forever... said you'd plant Moonpetals in the yard..." His fingers clawed at the mud like he was digging up ghosts. "You had a pup... she had your eyes... chased fireflies in the yard..." I let him talk. Then I laughed—cold and sharp. "Keep repeating it. Maybe one day you'll believe it. But guess what? I came back too."

Just as I had been about to defend myself, a sharp pain ripped through my head, followed by a flood of memories from my previous life, making my head spin. Instinctively, I had reached out to Gemma for support, but before I could even regain my footing, she had shoved me away and snarled, "Dalton Brown, I told you I hate it when people touch me! Get your hand off me right now!" Caught off guard, I had slammed straight into the corner of the desk. Warm blood had trickled down my forehead, and at that moment, I was certain I had been reborn. In my previous life, Leon had claimed he was a corporate machine. He had claimed he never needed rest, could remain on standby 24 hours a day, and had the

Even though he had rejected her as soon as the mate bond surfaced on her 18th birthday, his unique smell of peppermint tea and cedarwood still made her blood sing and pulse race. Annalise sharply reminded herself that he didn’t want her as a mate and started to descend the other side of the rock mountain, scrambling and falling, causing cuts on her arms and legs. It didn’t slow her down too much, Cyan used her fast healing to help ease that were spreading through her entire body. Losing her balance again, she tumbled to the bottom with a thump. Glancing back at the top with fear in her eyes, she shakily got to her feet and made a run for it.

The room reeked of mildew and rust, a fitting crypt for what little remained of me. I closed my eyes, blocking out the grotesque mockery in the glass. My mind churned with fractured shards -Leah’s smile, her scream, the gaping hole where her eye had been - but I clawed them away, groping for stillness. I reached inward, fumbling for the MindLink, that brittle thread I'd stretched toward her a million times before. Leah, where are you? I know you’'e alive. Please, answer me. I miss you…