Live Again Novels & Stories

Because in the glow of the monitors, one message blinked across every screen in red text: “PROJECT REBIRTH: PHASE II ACTIVE.” Elena’s world shatters as her supposedly dead sister reappears alive, altered, and hinting that both of them were part of the original Project Rebirth. But now that “Phase II” has been activated, Elena realizes her second chance at life wasn’t an accident at all… it was a countdown.

he said, and Cecilia tried not to look too disappointed. "No. I know you can revive someone, though. And that's what I'm most interested in. If I'm wrong, I want a do-over." she said, and Death arched an eyebrow. "For that to work, you'd have to lose your own life." he said, and Cecilia waved off that worry. "Let me handle that. Do we have a deal?" she asked, holding out her hand. "I'll accept the deal if you agree that when I bring you back, I get to choose the time frame. And you'll go on from there." he said, reaching for her hand.

He seemed disappointed or stressed, so I went to talk to him. “It`s been a while since we last spoke, my Advocate.” I said, “How`s life holding you?” “Life is great.” He said, “My life is the one we can call a messed up life.” “What makes you say that, sir?” “Maybe I`m cursed, don’t you think?” “Are you? I`m lost, find me!” “A few days ago, I almost became rich when I came across a backpack full of notes in pounds but…” “Wait, did you just say a backpack with pounds?”

"That bastard is awake." Lana told Smith, Anthony's half brother. "seriously, how was it even possible that he escaped that plane crash alive?" Smith asked with a frown. "Father died but he didn't, how? how did he survive it, now he's awake" "Maybe we just have to end his life with our bare hands" Lana said as she plopped down on the bed. "I have to find a way to get my hands on the Hartford's fortune." Smith gritted, his hands folded in fists.

After being diagnosed with heart failure, my adopted sister, Michelle Langley, and I are both hospitalized. But there is only one spot for a heart transplant. For three whole months, Michelle and I fight for that one chance of survival. A video of me confronting my parents in the hospital corridor over their favoritism toward Michelle is posted online. Everyone sees me as selfish and vicious, claiming that I'm willing to disregard family ties just to stay alive. The day before my surgery, my older brother, Dante Stone, comes to my hospital room. He stands in the doorway, looking visibly impatient. "Michelle is just 20 years old. Her life has just started. You've been sickly since you we

I blurted out, revealing something I shouldn't have told. Lilith's brows furrowed, and her eyes narrowed to seek more truth. "What do you mean by before?" A sigh escaped my lips, knowing it was time to reveal everything. "There's something I haven't told you. I know you might not believe this, but this life is my second life. The first one, I guess, failed because I died, and then I traveled back in this year." Her mouth opened, eyes rounding as shock plastered on her expression. "You mean you were reborn?"

I have to tell my lawyer to remove both of them from my Will. Fuck no! Ah, is there a way to turn back time? If that isn't possible, please just keep me alive... I begged and pleaded to whoever it was that was listening. I could make a deal with the devil at this point. I can't let them win. God, no! The thick darkness swallowed me whole, but then suddenly, a tiny light appeared at the end of it. Is that heaven? So I died? Haha! What was I thinking? That life was a movie… I could wish to be saved and someone would appear just in time?

I avoided Marcus and went to the study. When I unlocked my phone, I found exactly what I expected—Mirabelle was livestreaming. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, sharing her "day in the life of a rich family's housekeeper" online. She even claimed she was going to follow the lady of the house and challenge herself to reverse aging in thirty days, going from 40 back to 20. At the time, her viewers were in stitches, flooding the chat with comments. "Ma'am, you'd have to be remade from scratch. If you can go back to 20 in 30 days, I can go back to kindergarten!"

Who knew he was such a master strategist? Sharon didn't leave right away. She looked at me, her gaze complicated. When she finally spoke, her voice was weary. She sounded like someone who had just walked through a long stretch of time. "Brian, I remember now." Her gaze passed through me, as if she were seeing another version of me from another life. "I'm sorry. I was blind before. This time, give me a chance. Let me…" "Sharon."

After going through the subsequent days of torment, Peter was rendered to just a bag of bones who looked sickly. I, on the contrary, regained my health gradually. A healthy complexion returned to my face too. I chose a gravesite for my unborn child. I buried the child's checkup reports, ultrasound imaging, and clothes in the ground. While stroking the ice-cold gravestone with tears streaming down my face, I said, "Come back to me and be my child in your next life, okay?"