Love In Past Life Novels & Stories

However, because we died in our past life that's why we couldn't remember the contents of our memories in that life. I looked up at him and asked back. “How about you, do you believe that there was past life?” “I do,” Phoenix answered seriously. I was speechless. Before I could speak, Phoenix spoke again. “I always feel that we were entangled in our past life.” Then he added, “... back then when I first saw you, my heart beats fast than a normal human's beating of their heart. As cringe as it may sound but when I saw you, there was something like a voice that whispered to me that you are my wife and in this life, I should protect you with all of my might or else I would regret it again. It w

he cried. I felt Lorenzo's shoulders shake as I stood there immobile. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried to stop my heart from sinking back in the mud. Two years ago, I was dreaming of this. Lorenzo, crying in my shoulders, apologizing and regretting all the d*mn things he did to me. Two freaking years ago, I imagined him crying his eyes out while confessing to me how much he loved me. It seemed to be just wishful thinking, but now that it was happening, those dreams had already vanished and I was no longer asking for it anymore.

-I don't know what you're talking about," I scratched the back of my neck nervously. -It's more than obvious, Sam, I don't know Jay or Charles well but this sounds very familiar. My grandmother talked a lot about energies, about moon magic, sun magic, tarot cards and past lives. In fact she was the one who gave me the Sun. -That's very interesting," I admitted. -Yes, and she always told me anecdotes like that. She would tell me that in my past life I had been a warrior and that's why I was so cheerful and brave. -Maybe she's right. -Think about it, Sam. Jay and Charles were important people in your past life. And maybe what's happening to you right now isn't a coincidence. Charles is the fir

Her previous life is just like a flash movie through her mind. Catherine looked at Harris with teary-eyes, that made him feel awkward. She seemed to have been calloused and lost all hope in life. She had been tortured and she drowned to the deepest, darkest hole. Reviving a life, the twenty-seven-year-old soul only wishes for once to be fully loved and held by a person's hand.

said Sumico fluently and steadily. “I haven’t dreamt of our previous lives for all these times, My Sumi Darling. Why can I dream of it now?” wondered Virando within his bit perplexity. “Perhaps when our love grows stronger towards each other, the memories from our past lives begin to show up piece by piece. Or perhaps… perhaps… perhaps we did have something undone, unfinished and unsolved in the past so that it appears again at this moment, in these present lives of ours in order to be finished.” Sumico tried to speak up her perspective and paradigm. “Really?”

He still did not let me go. “I saw your death …. Later, I heard myself tell you I loved you and asked you to come back to me.” Some tears dropped from his eyes. “I might let you down in the past life. But I won’t do the same in this life. I swear!”

“Nothing could ever erase genuine love… not even death.” Akira froze. She set her mug on the table and it was as if someone just poured a bucket of ice over her head. “What did you just say?” Manong smiled knowingly, like he could pinpoint exactly what Akira was thinking of. “I’m assuming you have loved in the past with the same intensity as the love you have now, yes?” The two women fell silent, waiting for the old man to continue. “It’s possible for both past love and present love to exist in the same lifetime. After all, grief is just love with no place to go,” he explained.

"I should have seen it then. Should have realized that souls that love across lifetimes will always find each other." Hope fluttered in my chest like a bird trying to take flight. "You think we were them? In a past life?" "I think some connections go deeper than death itself." Morgana reached out and touched the floating flower. It pulsed with warm light. "I think you've been loving her longer than you know." The idea should have seemed crazy. But it felt right. Like it explained the mate bond that had flared between us even though I'd tried so hard to deny it. Like it explained why losing her felt like losing pieces of my soul.

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.