Novel Life Novels & Stories

Henry opened it, revealing a collection of items: a handwritten letter, a framed photo, and a small velvet pouch. Nina reached for the letter, unfolded it and began to read aloud: “Dear Nina, I hope this gift finds you well. I’ve been following your life from a distance, admiring your strength and resilience. Inside this box, you’ll find a photo from your past and a small token of my appreciation.I love you now and always. Best regards, A Friend” Nina’s heart raced as she looked at the framed photo. It was an old picture of her, taken years ago when she was just a teenager. The sight of it brought back a flood of memories, both good and bad.

talk to people from all over the world. It was then that he found out that his situation wasn't normal. Over the next two years he learned other languages with the help of some foreign friends he had befriended and became quite fluent. Apparently, he had a knack for languages as he picked them up with little effort. Life continued like this, and he was content. You would think after being treated the way he was, one would develop some sort of a noble goal in life like getting revenge on his uncles and their families or just moving out and living freely but no. Sheng Chen just lived day to day, never made any plans, and never really hated anyone or loved anyone. Even his aunt, who he lat

This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor. And that person's last name was Carver. After thanking the police, I left the station. On the way home, I remembered a weird phone call I'd gotten once. The number was unfamiliar, and all I could hear on the other end was muffled sobbing. I lifted my head and looked up at the blazing sun. Its warmth washed over me. "What do you feel like eating today, babe?" Julian asked, his eyes crinkled into a smile. "Anything you make will be perfect," I said.

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

Chad answered immediately, grabbed a dish towel, and shoved it into Kara's mouth. With a cold expression, I poured myself a glass of water and walked into the study. In my past life, before I married Kara, she wasn't like this. It was my own fault for reading people wrong, and that was why I had died so miserably back then. After Michelle and I got engaged, we set our wedding date for one month later. During that time, I brought her all kinds of rare gifts, and she sometimes gave me small things in return, like ties and cufflinks.

"You've got some nerve putting your hands on me. Just so you know, I'm Mark's wife." She looped her arms around my neck and whined, "Honey, you've gotta get back at him for me. He was bullying me." She even began shifting in my lap on purpose. My silence made her fidgety. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Say something already. You proposed to me in our last life, remember? I'm saying yes now." Her breath slid warm along the side of my neck. I watched her, the same woman who wouldn't even let me touch her in my past life, now doing everything she could to seduce me. All I felt was disgust, like something filthy had rubbed off on me.

She had been naive enough to believe all these other deceased men had gone to somewhere like New York, or maybe San Francisco, and had started a better life. Lani felt stupid as she recalled all the times she'd called Alistar Raven in hopes his new wife would pick up the phone and ask why some random girl was calling her husband. She'd hoped she'd hear the sounds of a little one crying or laughing in the background... She'd prayed for a better life for him, and for what? He was already dead. "How could you?" she voiced, slowly turning toward Jax and Isabella. "Lani, what're you talking about, nina?" Isabella replied, crossing her arms and raising her brows.

My nose had stopped bleeding, thank the Goddess for alpha healing, but humiliation still clung to my skin like smoke. Back inside my dorm room, I paced the length of the floor, back and forth, boots thumping with each turn. My thoughts zipped frantically through my head. Nova was hiding something. And I would be the one to uncover it. “Alpha,” Rowan entered again, clearing his throat softly, “I gathered some information on Nova. It’s not much yet but—” I sliced my hand through the air. “Get me books and paper right now.” He blinked. “Why…”

The old woman's words hung in the air long after she said them. "The Bride of the Ninth Life has returned." Nobody moved. Not Kai, Not Draven, Not even the servant. The whole courtyard had turned to stone around me, and I stood in the middle of it, shaking, with no idea why a stranger kneeling on cold marble made me feel like the ground had opened under my feet. Ninth life?? What did that even mean? I looked at Kai. His jaw was tight enough to crack. I looked at Draven. For the first time since I'd met him, he wasn't smiling.

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