روايات وقصص ضمن Next Life

… 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."

" I caught the bewildered looks from the Harris family as I fished out my new ID from my pocket. "Whitney Shaw?" James uttered the name he saw. "You've changed your name?" "Exactly. I'm not Emma. I'm Whitney. Five years back, I got into a car crash. When I came to, I was trapped in Emma's body." "I watched her suffer at your hands, especially yours," I added, glaring at Chester with an icy stare. "You're the nastiest kid I've ever met." Chester flinched. I did not care to comfort him and pressed on. "For two years, I endured. Then one day, Emma whispered to me, 'Whitney, I can't take it anymore. Take over for me, will you? Look after them for three years?'

"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.

I closed my eyes. "I'll save you," I continued. "If you do this..." he said again. His voice cracked. "This life ends, Luna." My heart clenched. "What does that mean?" "Everything begins again," said Dante. "I don't understand," I said, because I understood nothing. Silas closed his eyes in agony. Then he whispered: "A new life." I stopped breathing. "What?" I said, looking at Dante and Hestia. "What does that mean?" "New names," Silas continued, his voice full of pain.

"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

Jeff sat on my bed, quietly weaving a flower crown. That sinking feeling hit me hard. Then the fire started. Flames tore through everything. Neither of them even tried to get out. Through the smoke, I saw Frank running toward me. "Sienna, I finally found you." Jeff placed the crown on my head, whispering, "Next life, I won't mess it up." The world faded to black. I was gone—for real this time. And if there is a next life... I hope we never cross paths again.

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.

“O-Of-Of course not!!!” Noah: "Oh. Great! Sign me up!" ╰(*°▽°*)╯ Black: “…” ‘I did not see that one coming.’ Actually, Noah’s bad opinion of this organization aside, an ability to live multiple lifetimes while visiting all kinds of different places did sound nice. Even if those places were filled with zombies. More so, there might be potential rewards, he has nothing to lose, and most importantly…! …the only alternative is reincarnation… (눈_눈)

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