Love In Past Life Novels & Stories

But I'd find her again, even if it meant in another life. They said werewolves chose the same mates over and over again in different lifetimes. I liked to believe that in my past life, Abby and I shared the same story and we both love tremendously until we died and now we were living our hundredth life or it could be our thousandth life and yet we still managed to find each other and got mated. I liked to believe that when this life was over, I'd be able to find her again, in many more lifetimes, as many as destiny would allow.

Not in the simple way humans describe it, but in a more intricate spiritual sense. When she had reconnected him with his soul, the soul that created Ava had recognized him. She had thought her initial reaction had been seeing a blue-eyed wolf, but when he kept dragging her into his dreams; she knew there was more. In a past life in Lansguard, the original bearers—or one set of them—of their souls had been in love. This did not mean Ava was in love with a man she knew nothing about, it just meant their souls would forever gravitate towards each other now that they knew the other existed. Also on the porch with them was Shea. She was off sulking in a corner drinking as was her habit and Helick

Because if she was, then it would mean that I had been wrong all along, and I was pushing away the wrong person. Finally, I shook my head. “No. He didn’t love me in my past life. I doubt he does in this one.” “This isn’t your past life,” Sarah said again. “And even if it was, people change. Circumstances change. Maybe he didn’t love you then, but that doesn’t mean he can’t love you now.” I didn’t know what to say to that.

Something doesn't fit in here, it has to be more. What if he was my boyfriend in my past life and we were like in a relationship but due to some circumstances we died and now we are given another life to complete our love saga, and Hunter right here knows all about his past and is here in the search of me but I'm yet to recollect our past? Is that.....possible? I mean..it can be.

Covering her face, she sobbed, “Ariz, do you believe in past lives and reincarnations? In my past life, when you faced your tribulation, I nearly lost my life because of your failure. “After being reborn, I didn’t know how to face you. I had no choice but to marry Loire. But I’ve always loved you.” Ariz cut her off quickly. “Stop… I feel sick. I don’t deserve this!” Rhea had laid bare the events of our past life, even embellishing her own role. In her version, I became the wicked woman who had hunted her down mercilessly and now had stolen her love. Ariz felt his brain couldn’t process it at all. “So my failure in the ascension trial was entirely because you formed a bond with me?!” My siste

Ian's confidence in challenging my belief was intriguing, and I leaned in closer, my eyes searching his face for any signs of jest or hidden meaning. "Please enlighten me." I said with a small smile. "What do you mean?" Ian let out a chuckle, a playful glint in his eyes. "Well, Ara, I think you're underestimating yourself. Love doesn't adhere to social classes or fame. It transcends those boundaries and finds a way to connect two souls, regardless of their backgrounds. I, for one, wouldn't mind dating someone like you. Class doesn't matter." Huh? I froze in my seat, my heart pounding too hard that I was scared he would hear. Why did it feel like he was assuring me of something impossible? I

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

Or worse–what if she already had someone else in her life? “Okay, okay I get it... but losing your mate is a fate far worse than death, right?” Harry suddenly asked out loud. “You're not helping!” . . . “Maybe love at first sight isn’t what we think it is. Maybe it’s recognizing a soul we loved in a past life and falling in love with them again.” –Kamand Kojouri . . .

Audrey got her lover back, Phoebe has learnt to trust her love, Sia has been given a shot at love, Amanda gets to start a new life with Max, And I.... Damon and I learnt to forgive. And still keeping the spirit of forgiveness, I'd be welcoming my brother to my home tonight after so many years of not seeing him. We all learnt to love again. And I guess that's what's important. No matter what mess you find yourself in, love is not so blind that it can't find you. It will. Love is for everyone. I've found mine. I'm sure your story is also beautiful. If it isn't yet, it's still a work in progress. Time would fix it all for you. Nd if you've also been heart broken before, you can also learn to lo

Love, it seemed, held the power to rewrite the script of existence itself. Truly, it was a testament to the resilience of human emotion and the inexplicable bonds that tethered souls together. Her return to the realm of the living felt like a symphony orchestrated by love, a crescendo that had brought her back from the brink of the unknown. The narrative echoed with the refrain of miracles, a reminder that even in the face of uncertainty, the power of the heart could rewrite the very rules of reality.