Live Again Novels & Stories

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

Hoping fiercely that they were not involved. With sadness clouding her usually vivid green eyes, Annalise barely spoke above a whisper. "They died. During the rogue rebellions. My parents were warriors...great warriors and wonderful alphas. I was their only child and they loved me." Annalise had to take a gulp of water before continuing. " I was only seven when I was told by their Beta that they had been lost during one of the rogues midnight raids. He took the position of Alpha after that and now his son is the Alpha but he is not good."

Miko giggled while Eva rolled her eyes. “And Raijin’s among the smartest,” she countered. “But we didn’t make this to tell you how awesome we are, or how hot we have or haven’t become. We wanted to say that you can reach out to the ones you thought had died, too. You can see for yourself how amazing their lives have become.” “We are sure many of you miss each other,” said Raijin. “Luck allows us to have a mode that streams our lives to our old personal computers. Anyone who has access to them simply has to power them up and accept the stream. Although there are some technical challenges, of course...”

"I know right now it might not seem like it, but Liam, I'm still the same person you met two years ago, and I know I made a terrible mistake, but I want you in my life. I want you in Aiden's life, and we can still have the life that you imagined." "How?" Liam asked. "When I can't trust you? Two years Eden, this isn't two days or two weeks or two months. It's two fucking years of memories and milestones I've missed out on. My face was splashed in newspapers and magazine covers. I did tons of TV interviews, and you knew where to find me. There were ways to reach out to me."

A man who had been dead only moments ago suddenly came to life, gripping her. Her heart racing, Lilian recoiled in shock and slammed backward onto the floor. "Ah! It's a ghost!" Edith rushed forward, ecstatic. "Harry! You're alive!" Lilian looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief. Harry was breathing heavily, drawing in a deep breath, then exhaling slowly. The heart monitor beeped steadily, showing his heartbeat was normal again. Harry was alive. He had regained his breath and his pulse. Lilian could hardly believe it. Just moments ago, she had confirmed his death. She had checked for breath, felt for his heartbeat. How could the dead suddenly come back to life? It was like a miracle!

ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜɴ sʜɪɴᴇ ᴛɪʟʟ ɪ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴀsᴛ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

"Just call me when you need to spice up your life." Seriously? Girls throw themselves at him like this? I mean, I know that he’s like a Greek God, but is he that good to have every girl groveling at his feet? “You can come out now.” I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard his voice near me. “You scared the sh*t out of me!” “It is not polite to eavesdrop, housemate.” “I wasn’t eavesdropping. I went downstairs to get a drink because I couldn’t sleep with all the noises upstairs.”

“Just listen.” “You said you’ve already been shot. Fine. So be it.” I swallowed. “Then that Leila is dead.” She stared at me. “You have to be reborn,” I continued. “A new Leila. Okay? Reborn. Stronger. Braver. Alive.” Her struggles slowed. She looked up at me. “A… new Leila?” she asked weakly. I nodded. “Yes. A new Leila.” “A new Le—” She didn’t finish.

It seemed as if someone was choking him and he was having some difficulty breathing. “Hi, umm granny. Pleasure meeting you.” Kevin greeted politely. Strange, the word granny sounded more like a question than a straight address. Something’s definitely fishy around here. “Okay, let’s celebrate now, shall we?” Aunt Mary cheered. We cut the cake and enjoyed the night. Uncle George put on this beautiful country song named Livin’ on love by Alan Jackson and we all started danced on our own pace. I so wished time stopped here and I could hold the moment so close to my heart. We took turns dancing with each other in a circle and yes, I landed on his arms. He placed his hands on my back as I placed m

he shrugged, “Just like when someone suddenly has his heart stop beating. Doctors and nurses flood to the scene to do resuscitation, right? That is one way. But for the soul to live again, it needs to do its part too. It’s not enough for the people in the living world to try to bring you back.” This guy was talking in riddles that churned my brain left and right. But thinking is what I do best. Thinking is what kept me sane and insane at the same time. “So… if I want to live again, I need to do my part?” My voice was small, a bit unsure. But gradually, something was beginning to bloom inside of me. I could feel it growing, much