Next Life Novels & Stories

Three years after faking my death, Adrian Shaw and our son found me. I fought to get away from them. I cried. I struggled. I told them I'd rather die than go back. Then my seven-year-old son put his hand on my mother's ventilator. Adrian stood beside him, and his voice shook when he said it. "Mia, you pick. "Either your mother suffocates in that bed, or you're Mrs. Shaw again." I was shaking so hard I could barely stand up. But I didn't have a choice. I signed the papers and married him a second time. When I walked back into that house, I became the perfect wife and the perfect mother. Whenever my adopted sister Nina was upset and needed Adrian with her, I never called him — not

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginni

… At three in the morning, I was crumpled on the floor of the abandoned warehouse, my fingers bent and twisted into horrifying angles, when several of my men came rushing in with medical equipment. As the building went up in a blaze of flames behind me, I leaned back in my seat and called my contact. "Have the boat waiting at the harbor, and give me a new identity. I want the name Sebastian Chance to thoroughly disappear from this world."

"Go now. In your next life, you will be born into a loving, ordinary family, with loving parents, a healthy body, and a peaceful and happy life." I turned back, taking one last look at the world full of scars and entanglements. The small sunflower windmill in front of my tombstone spun tirelessly in the wind. In the distance, Timothy's foundation allocated its first grant to help a female awake her wolf. My spirit lived on forever in another form now. I smiled with relief, turned around, and plunged into that warm light without looking back. Goodbye, Timothy Russell. Goodbye to the six years I spent loving you.

"What happens to reality after a cycle ends?" Elias looked tired again. So very tired. Then, he answered. "Reality begins again." The observatory lights dimmed. "Different stars." A pause. "Different people." Another pause. "Different stories." The awakened network pulsed softly. Luke thought about Carlos and Marcus in another life. Friends meeting again under different names. Children being born in new universes. Possibilities continuing. Elias looked toward him. As though somehow hearing the thought. "Nothing survives perfectly." The silver ocean shimmered faintly beneath the floor.

Now that they were all gone… it was time for me to let go and be reborn. The system promised me that in my next life, I would be born into a family that loved me, one filled with warmth and happiness. In this life, I was never truly loved. So now… I found myself longing for the next. The End

In some ways, Sharon wasn't that different from how she had been in her past life. She couldn't help but wonder: If there was a next life, could Sharon let go of her obsession and finally live for herself? She didn't know the answer. But Nova knew one thing for sure—she would live this life well. Not for love, not for anyone else, but for herself.

I guess I just didn’t have much of an appetite right now, not with everything going on. “So how will you help me remember my past lives? Have you ever done anything like this before?” I asked Jarod. “Technically no, at least not on anyone else. I had done it to myself because I was curious. You see, I believe that when we die our soul moves on to a new life. I am not saying that this is the same for everyone because I think that our souls have a choice in the matter. Some may choose to linger as a spirit to watch over their loved ones, while others may decide to move on to whatever their faith may be, while some chose to start over with a new life and new memories.” Jarod’s views made sense

She mumbles in tears and before I know it, an excruciating pain from my neck engulfs my senses and I realise this is it. Maybe in the next life. * Thank you for reading. So tomorrow will be a preview of part two. Stay tuned. Love you.