Live Again Novels & Stories

Squatting down, I held her chin and whispered into her ear, "In my previous life, you two scoundrels leeched off me, and you're doing it again in this life. Shayla, do you really think I'm that fucking stupid?" Shayla's eyes widened, her expression filled with horror. "You… you are…" "Yes, that's right. I was reborn, just like you," I whispered. Shayla shook her head hard. "No, that's impossible. If you were reborn, why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?" Something occurred to her. She grabbed my hand and asked, "No, wait. In the previous life, you bought this lottery ticket and won 50 million dollars. It was the same shop and the same numbers. What happened?"

he gawked at me, his eyes going wide. “My baby died once, I brought him back.” My voice was hoarse as I explained. Alex leaned forward, cocking a brow. “You’re saying you brought the dead to life?” “I know it sounds crazy but I did it before, my baby died… somehow I brought him back.” I voiced my tone barely above a whisper. Alex shook his head. “Laila look, maybe what you’re saying is true, maybe it might be the reason he’s gone.” “What do you mean?” My eyes narrowed as I looked at him straight.

“Is that what you said or did I hear wrong?” “You heard me right. What if I told you I’m living my life again? Not my entire life though, just the last one year of my life?” Was I getting him more and more confused? “So—So you’re saying that you’re living a life you have already lived before, because you died and somehow miraculously came back to life?” I nodded. “You’re correct.” I bit my bottom lip, thinking of a way to prove it. But maybe I didn’t need to, he looked like he was starting to figure things out for himself.

Also, before we wed, arrange a good position for that pitiful brother of yours. I was about to tell her the marriage had nothing to do with her when I realized with shock that she had been reborn too. In my previous life, it was a tip from the Sterling family's housekeeper that led me to discover her affair with Sebastian. Even with a second chance, she still wanted to repeat the same mistake. I was about to throw her out when someone behind me called out timidly, "Nate." Sebastian Hamilton approached with injuries on his face, looking frail and drawing stares from everyone around. Seeing him in this state, Violet immediately rushed over with concern.

"Zachary? Isn't he dead?" My friends snickered too. "Yeah. Isn't he six feet under now?" They wanted to say more, but I deliberately sighed like I had put the past behind me. I said serenely, "The dead can't come back to life. I've already moved on. I hope you all can move on too. Why don't you join us? Maybe it'll help heal the psychological trauma." I turned around and wrapped my arms around my friends. We headed back to the dance floor to party wildly.

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

They both had traveled for a wedding outside the country, and couldn't make it back… They died in a plane crash. Even though I had my grandpa, I felt lonely for years, and for the first time months ago when I first saw Jessica at that party, something in me that seemed to have been dead for years, awoke… I felt alive again. A knock came at my door, slamming me back to reality, then Jess's voice followed. “Are you there, Mr. Hall?” I reached for the door, wearing a sweet smile. “Hey… do you need help?” Her charming eyes locked on me, pure, innocent, and cute, melting my heart… as always.

Ripped from my body. When I finally opened my eyes, panic rushed through me. My hands flew to my belly— Flat. Empty. Lifeless. Not swollen with life anymore. Not full of hope. Just... gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I cried out in agony— "My baby... my pup...!"

But from the silence that’s held me chained to my grief. Tonight, I let myself live again. And God, it feels like coming back from the dead.

Then she turned to me with a cold face and said, "Anna, Sophie is your sister and has been with me all these years. Just let her have this one." Since I came back at 16, Mom always said something like this and would tell me to give in. Before, I would argue and feel unhappy. But now, I just nodded and agreed. Mom looked like she was ready to say something more to persuade me. However, she stopped and looked at me strangely after I agreed so easily. I turned to go pack my things, but Sophie grabbed my arm tightly and said fiercely, "Anna, it's my turn to live forever." At that moment, I knew Sophie had been reborn too.