Novel & Cerita Next Life

Is this how life will be from now on? ###

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.

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."

MASON STARTS A NEW LIFE After many months of therapy and recovery, Mason was more recovered from Sara's death, he had resumed his daily life, or rather he had started a new one without her, and Lorena's company was the greatest of the pillars to be able to sustain his grief, he learned that although he loved Sara with his soul and was the love of his life, with her he would never have anything again for the simple reason that she was dead and wherever she was, she and her son were never going to return, this gave him the opportunity for a new relationship with Lorena, a wonderful and charming woman with whom any man would enjoy sharing his company.

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.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.