Maybe In The Next Lifetime Novels & Stories

I asked hurriedly as we inched closer to one of its very mouths. “I will forget, hence, this me will be gone Jude. You don’t know how far back in time the next dimension I will wake up in will be. It could be months, years or eons” he replied “Eooons, how old are you?” i exclaimed “That is not the matter to discuss. For you as a prime, you would reconstitute within the prime dimension, and when you return, you will meet a different me. I might not make the same decisions I made. Death doesn't exist, yes… But Jude, the illusion of death is still very powerful” replied Chewi.

To ensure that his eyes is not playing tricks on him he restarted his personal computer thrice and checked severally. What the heck!? What happened to the stock? Why is decreasing like this? This can lead to bankruptcy. If the shareholders find about, they will possibly pull out their shares,” Barry said then he quickly begin to type something on his laptop. He sighed in frustration, knowing this may let him go home later tonight or he might not even go home at all if it turns out to be more serious than he thought. Just as he was typing furiously, his phone rang. As soon as he checked it, he almost fainted.

He must've known I'd beat myself up for not reaching out to her all those years but still didn't make any effort to check in or even send his condolences from afar. Oddly though, that was in a way a confirmation that our friendship is no more. It was hurtful but it was also eye-opening. I wish him all the best in this life and the next but I will no longer make any active effort to reach out to him anymore. I've accepted our faith.

"I am not sure. But I need to do something with this marriage. I don't know the future of us." Hearing my answers, Mayabati looked upset. How would I tell her that I can't see any future for us? I am just living in the past. We both don't know what is there for us in our future. We are just breathing in the same periphery to suck the life for each second. "Sometimes destiny chooses our partners." Mayabati said and left the room. In the afternoon after roaming around in the palace I sat for sometime in my room. Later on I came out to meet Arjun in his study. He was arranging whiskey for me.

“So, where am I going to next?” God didn’t respond immediately, but he began observing her attentively. It almost felt like he was looking into her soul. “Hmm… I was going to reveal a little something about your next lifetime, but I think it would be best if I just sent you there.” Yuna groaned, “Don’t tell me you’re going to send me to my next life without properly explaining like last time. Please cut me some slack here. I’ve done so much good. Can’t you at least give me a hint?”

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

I pointed out. "They live and die, being born again. They grow up as normal kids with their old memories coming back to them at eighteen. They make deals over the lifetimes, some asking to wipe their memories, living on as normal people in the human world through that life. When they are born into the next life, they exchange with some others who want to also do same, exploring. As long as there are at least fifty in the compound, the rest can go on living their lives." He said, my head nodding. How lucky they were to live through so many lives, given so many chances to have so many different lives, just choosing for themselves what want to be at that time.

“This is a curse.” “How!?” I shouted. My voice cracked. I needed answers. Elder Cassian stepped forward, his face serious. “The one born beneath the Blood Eclipse bears two marks: A soul that burns its mate, and a bond that ends in death. Any Alpha who dares to claim her shall feel her fire with every touch. And if the bond is sealed, death will follow within a year… brought by her hand, her womb, or her power.” Elder Cassian spoke without stopping, and each word hit me like a stone.

That perhaps it’s better if Gods cannot conjure up new bodies at will, leaving that art to the living. But then I turn towards Blythe and Anton, grief running through me. “Wait, so…” I whisper, my wolf howling with grief. “There’s really nothing we can do?” “Your boy has a few options,” Life says, turning her eyes to Blythe and speaking slowly, as if turning over her thoughts as she goes. “He can exist in the Deadlands for as long as he wishes, with or without his memories, waiting for reincarnation.” Blythe grimaces at this, turning his face away, not wanting to be rude but…not liking that idea.

“I set up a memorial for our child in secret. Will you go and bring it to me?” Looking heartbroken, Leon could never say no to me. At last, no one was there keeping an eye on me. I picked up the teapot from the table and crushed the porcelain under the blanket, careful not to make a sound. I glided the broken shard across my aorta. The System’s notification rang in my mind. “Congratulations on exiting the world, Player. You have three months of life remaining in your original world.” Before I could open my eyes, the System’s voice cut through.