Novelas y relatos de My Second Life

"Dummy, I'm in your head, I'm your wolf Diane." "H how's that possible? I thought I didn't have a wolf." "Yes, in your first life you didn't but not in this life." "What do you mean past life?'' I asked in confusion. "You've been reborn Sapphire, you've been given a second chance to right the wrong that was done to you. You've been wronged and you deserve a second chance, this is your second chance Sapphire, given by the moon goddess." This seems so surreal and I find it hard to believe that all this was literally happening to me.

I could almost hear my father’s laughter and my mother’s soothing words, their spirits alive within me. And then, there was Princess Golder, the love of my life, whose radiant presence had transformed my world. Her compassion and strength had illuminated my path, and together, we had built a life founded on love, trust, and shared dreams. I recalled the moment we exchanged vows, the profound connection that bound our souls, and the joy that filled our hearts as we welcomed our daughter Athena into the world.

Shaking my head, I said, "No, not a vision. A prevoius life." He loosened his grip on my arms. "What did you say?" It all came pouring out. There had been no visions of the future. This was my second life after I had been killed by Rose. How his parents, Sheila, and Rickey had died last time. "That's why you can't promise anything. Something bad will happen to you just like everyone else," I said as I fell forward and sobbed into the bed. With my face buried in the sheets, I couldn't see his expression, nor did I care to. All I could think about were all the possible horrible things that could happen before I died again.

This heavy sense of deja vu has been haunting me as I walked these halls all day, remembering what my twentieth birthday was like before. It’s been two years since the day of our second life's marriage. Two years since the start of our second life. The circumstances have changed, and even the walk to the great room where I am meeting Lachlan is different. I am no longer alone. I am surrounded by my friends and loved ones. That doesn’t take away the anxiety I felt inside.

‎I’m the chosen one. But they never treated me like it. Not even once. And sometimes I wondered why the Moon Goddess let Carissa win the first time. Even when I was her reincarnation. Still, she granted me a second chance. A second breath. A second life. And I’m not throwing that away. ‎Not for Nolan.Not for my so-called uncle. Not even for Theodore. ‎… Or maybe I would No, I won’t. Now isn’t the time to be weak. Or to think about him.

I didn't want to experience such heart-wrecking pain in my second life. Maybe, just maybe, if it's true that a second life does exist, I hope it would be different from this. It would be full of good memories and laughter. I would be surrounded with the people that I love, and there would be no betrayals. However, there was one thing that I wasn't certain about.

Kane swirled the glass and smiled. “Someone once told me it was insanity to spend so much of your savings on useless things.” Madeline raised her brow and it made Kane chuckle. “That was before babe. Now my project is starting it's phase and trust me the fundings are gonna pile up and by the time it's finished, I would have lots of money and we could finally live out our dreams.” Kane saw Madeline wasn't convinced and had to wrap his hand over here with a smile. “Trust me will you?”

“She’s having an internal war within her, between her head and her heart.” “Sounds difficult,” Mira said simply, she continued mixing her flour. Luna continued mixing hers too even as she continued her story. “Yes, very. There’s this man, she knew him, in another life. Not literally,” Luna added, looking at her mother when she gave her a look. “But she had gotten over him, or at least she thought she had. What they had had been over for a long time now, and she had wanted it to stay that way. She had worked hard to make it so, made something of herself to ensure it. Because he had hurt her.”

Jesus Christ! And as if on cue, the prayer I’d muttered while I lay dying in a pool of my own blood replays itself loudly in my head. “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want from me in return.” Tears blur my vision. It really wasn’t a dream. None of it was. I’ve been given another chance. A second life. However twisted the universe is, it listened to my prayer.

"Don't blame me. The male leads in this world are too difficult. Every one of them looks like they love me to death, but none of them can reach absolute affection." Her smile sharpened. "That's because you exist. Once I take your data, I will succeed." After that, my days in the convent blurred together. Humiliation, abuse, and endless degradation became the norm. Injuries covered every part of me that clothing could hide. I no longer even had the strength to end things myself. I begged the System again and again to let me leave. It answered coldly that the rules allowed only one exit. I had to end my own life. The System could not intervene.