Next Life Novels & Stories

For the first time in my life, I was nobody's Luna. For the first time in my life, I was free. "Ladies and Gentlemen, we are have now exited BlueMont. The next station is Fairfield."

Marcus had believed every word. That night, he'd moved into the guest wing. The man who once couldn't sleep without holding me suddenly couldn't bear to be in the same room. In my previous life, everything happened so fast. I'd collapsed helplessly in that burning wolfsbane chamber, unable to use the mind-link due to the wolfsbane effects. My phone had been right there, barely half a meter away, but I could only stare at it as death claimed me. This time was different. I fought through the agony and managed to grab my phone with trembling fingers. But when I tried to call for help, nothing happened.

‎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 went to see the doctor. They said I'm getting better. My parents are here too. They wanna invite you to dinner and thank you for looking after me." He agreed and hung up. His tense face finally relaxed. Turning back to me, he said flatly, "She's seeing neurology. There is a limit to your nonsense." I rolled my eyes and hit the elevator button. Neurology and maternity were on the same floor but miles apart. He only believed what he wanted and chose her over me. In that case, my future no longer had anything to do with him. I was just curious how he would react to the news of my death.

To Be Continued… Find the next instalment of this series with book two Sad Girl Next Door.

There was no game in it, and no profit. "In this life, Luke Bennett can no longer be a good person. "But in the next life, I want to be one. "I do not dare hope that you will like me again. "I only want to stand cleanly before you on a bright, breezy day, reach out my hand, and tell you, my name is Luke Bennett. "In the next life, will we still have that beginning? "Luke. Final letter." The flames rose again. This time, what burned was the letter.

then suddenly you'll find out you only have few months to exist. The world is too unpredictable. No one knows when is the first hello and the last goodbye-or it may the first hello and the last goodbye at the same time. You might not see that person sooner or later, that might be the last time you'll hug someone, or.. I may not see the sun again tomorrow. No one knows. So, live. I called him by his full name making him faced me right away with a wrinkled forehead. I flash a wide smile on my face, the one I rarely show.

What will happen next? ************************************

His name disappeared from the screen in an instant, just like our marriage, gone completely. I boarded the plane to my new life without looking back.

"That bastard is awake." Lana told Smith, Anthony's half brother. "seriously, how was it even possible that he escaped that plane crash alive?" Smith asked with a frown. "Father died but he didn't, how? how did he survive it, now he's awake" "Maybe we just have to end his life with our bare hands" Lana said as she plopped down on the bed. "I have to find a way to get my hands on the Hartford's fortune." Smith gritted, his hands folded in fists.