Next Life Novels & Stories

ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡᴀsɴ’ᴛ ɪɴ ᴏᴜʀ ғᴀᴠᴏᴜʀ” “ɪ’ʟʟ ᴡᴀɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪғᴇᴛɪᴍᴇ”

I asked curiously, "What about Lori? What would become of her in her next life?" "Lori Levaine owes you too much. She will become a dog and quietly watch over you in your next lives." With that, the ruler of the nether world waved his hand, and I was sent into the cycle of reincarnation.

"I'm sorry, Evan. I misunderstood you. I couldn't grow old with you in this life, but I hope we'll meet sooner in the next one." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us. Upon the sight of it, I began sobbing. "It's okay. We were bonded once in this life. Next life, we'll find each other again." With nothing left to hold me back, my body grew lighter. I could no longer control my shape. A voice in my mind told me my time had come. A calm I had never known washed over me. It felt like I was telling the world that death wasn't the end. It was simply the beginning of something new.

See you in my next life? Is there life after birth? Would I become a ghost, now? If yes, what place would I haunt? Ooh, and who could I haunt? I could help Aiden and Landon and Felicia as a ghost, maybe. But maybe the ghost world had rules? A government? It would definitely be an oligarchy. I just had a feeling. But I had my bets on reincarnation. Maybe in my next life I’d be super rich. "I'm ready." I told Mariano after getting rid of my uniform apron.

Garret said. “We were told vampires smell blood, hear heartbeats, and I can, but it’s so much more than that. I have another sense now. It’s not something I can fully describe. I’m aware of Life, which is this other thing entirely—a force. Like gravity. It’s everywhere. Luna Thea can draw it from anywhere and funnel it into me. Yet, I don’t know what it is. No one does. A body can be alive one minute and not the next. The body and molecules are still there, but the Life is gone. We can’t comprehend what Life is, but it’s there, and I Need it.” “Wow,” Garret said. “You’re a newborn, and you’re talking like a philosopher. You’re not fiendishly, ravishingly trying to feed on everyone.”

The kind of look one would give a stranger on the street—no love, no hate, nothing at all. At last, he understood. He had lost me forever. Months later, I read in the news that Joe's university was embroiled in an academic scandal. Ivy's family was implicated too, and their empire crumbled into bankruptcy. Sasha called, gossiping that Joe could not withstand the blow and had gone mad. Meanwhile, my Rebirth series won the International Art Gold Award of the year. When I heard the news, Nathan came out of the studio, wrapped his arms around me from behind, and rested his chin lightly on my shoulder.

"Lucky for me, I was born with a silver spoon, unlike some people, born to parents who abandoned them." I couldn't help but think back to when Freddie had sat next to me on my bed in my past life, sipping from the bowl of nourishing soup that was supposed to help me recover. He had sneered, "Tyler, you're going to die anyway. Drinking all that soup won't change a thing. I'll just enjoy it for you; no need to thank me." I wanted to rip him apart right then and there—just the thought of him made my skin crawl.

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

She had been stabbed in rage and looked dead, but Yunlan wasn't ready to give up without trying. He called the emergency line at once then he hurried to try everything he could hoping she might still be breathing. ~~~ Wei kept running following the faint voice of the girl's ghost as he had done since she had appeared in front of his car. He had acted on instinct, something about her had told him that she was new to that world of existence, that maybe he could really be of help to her. Now he saw two figures running ahead of him and she said, "They...killed...me."

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.