Novelas y relatos de My Second Life

Beyond the high windows of the Holy Court, the cloud sea rolled beneath the sky, and our child moved gently inside me, like a spark of dragonfire reminding me that my future was already in my hands. I held Cassian's hand tighter and walked toward my new life.

And Aziel Lockwood was going to lose his mind trying to figure out who I really was. I smiled, closing my laptop. This second life was going to be incredibly fun.

It hits me all at once. The hospital. The paralysis. Vance. Anya. The betrayal. The poison. My death. And him. Trying to save me. Too late. “I didn’t imagine it,” I say, my voice steady now. “I lived it.” He doesn’t interrupt. “I died,” I continue. “And somehow… I’ve been brought back.” Silence fills the room. Heavy. Final. I meet his gaze, something unshakable settling deep within me. “This isn’t déjà vu,” I say. A pause. Then— “This is my second life.”

I flexed my wrist, now steady and strong, and headed straight to the nurse’s station to check out. The cancer was gone. This body, reborn, felt better than it had in years. Three days later, Landon spent twenty million to charter a luxury cruise, throwing an engagement party for Clara that drew the entire city’s attention. He was certain it would provoke me—a penniless, terminal patient driven half-mad by pain. He thought I would break. That I would crawl to the dock like a dog and beg him. He was wrong. At that very moment, I was sitting in the city library, opening textbooks I had set aside eight years ago, ready to reclaim my life.

His hand went to my throat, searching for the carotid. Now. I didn't shift. I didn't grow claws. I didn't have the strength for a physical fight. But the miracle in my stomach—the second life growing at a rate that defied every medical textbook I’d ever written—had done something to my throat. It wasn't a growl. It was a frequency. I opened my mouth. I didn't scream. I just let out a single, sharp note. SCREEEEE— The sound didn't travel through the air. It traveled through their bones.

The surroundings fell silent for a moment before the voice spoke again. “I gave you a second life.” Theariza’s eyes widened. “W-What…?” she couldn't believe it. “A chance to change your destiny,” the voice explained coldly. “Yet you simply wasted it.” Theariza shook her head as tears fell down her cheeks. “No… that's not true! When did you give me a second life? When I know this was just done to me by my husband right now.” She took a deep breath as her tears continued to flow.

SCARLETT I walked down the hallway toward the conference hall with Adrian and Celeste following a few steps behind me. For the first time since waking up in this second life, I didn't feel like I was walking toward my execution. I felt like I was walking toward theirs. My heels struck the polished marble floor with a steady rhythm as I moved through the corridor. I could feel Adrian and Celeste behind me, but neither of them said a word. They had probably noticed the difference in me already.

My sister and I were both reborn on the day we were adopted. In our first life, she fought to be chosen by the wealthy Blackwood family, convinced she was about to become a spoiled heiress. I was adopted by a working-class couple instead. I survived on scholarships and part-time jobs, put myself through college, and eventually married the Blackwood heir—the same man who had always hated her. Three days after my wedding, my sister ran me down with her car. So when we got a second chance, she immediately chose the family that had adopted me before. She thought that if she copied my poverty, my hard work, and every hardship I had endured, Adrian Blackwood would fall for her the way he had once

“I’m here to decide what I can live with.” Lady Serephine’s hand slid from her belly to the edge of her gown, fingers smoothing fabric as if Elowen’s words were merely noise. “Decide,” she echoed softly. “But remember, Lady Elowen. Second wives don’t get to rewrite the story. They only get to accept the ending.”

She then sighs, “there you go, my dreams of learning the universe will stay like a dream. I just hope that in my second life, I will be on NASA, working.” The king turned away from her and stared at the moon again. The gentle movement of the water in the Hann river and the audible conversations of the people in the plaza reigned for a while. But instead of awkward silence, they were both bathe with the comfort of it. “There is no such thing as second life. Once your mortality ends, you won't be born again in the flesh. Each of the creations is uniquely carved and borne by the supreme being,” he later said that made Daeira glanced at him in awe.