One Life To Live Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I think Damian was like 9 and Layla was - urmm - 7 I guess. ''That young?'' I asked astonished. ''Yeah, they were very much in love. I could see that with the way they looked at each other, the way Damian smiled anytime the thought of Layla crossed his mind and the way she blushed at the little compliment passed by Damian but the unfortunate happened. She wasn't herself anymore. Layla started becoming distant, more reserved and Damian knew that something was off. One day, they got into a very heated argument so Damian drove off leaving her alone on the side of the road. He needed to clear his head. The next morning he went to her place but she wasn't around. He called her phone a 100 times.

I always thought that as long as I had one real home that belonged to me, it would be enough. In my previous life, I died in the conspiracy Leon and Violetta created together. At the time, Damien stood before my grave with reddened eyes while settling scores with Leon for me, and I mistakenly believed that he loved me. In the end, he had pushed me from one abyss into a quieter one. Damien, this is where we end.

If Lauren had faked her death for insurance money, then in my past life, she might have done the same. Nathan told me that Lauren was behind the poisoning of Andrew and Sally. I was stunned. "How is that possible?" Nothing was impossible. That fishing trip had been Lauren's carefully planned strategy for faking her death. To ensure she had witnesses, she invited several of her friends. But those friends invited Dylan. Dylan had once been a swimming champion and was incredibly attentive to Lauren. Fearing that he would ruin her plan, she decided to poison his parents. She laced the poison in food that was delivered and sent it to Andrew and Sally, claiming that Dylan had ordered it.

She asked, looking at me over her shoulder, I smiled and kissed her cheek before removing our hands. “It tells a story about two souls who were long apart. They came from two different worlds, and despite all the conflicts and differences, they managed to somehow find their love.” I said, reciting the story on the table. There were eleven tables in this restaurant, and each of them had a part of this story. This one, had the ending, where they were living a happy life alongside one another, before their baby turned out to be a Lycan when born, the first ever Lycan to be born.

However, her eyes betrayed her, locking onto Seth Rogers–the Rogers family heir–with an affection she could not hide. The word in the Mafia circles was that she and Seth had been secretly tangled up for ages. Dad would definitely keep Seth for her. In my previous life, to keep her happy, I picked Chester Kane, even though he was wheelchair-bound. I thought I was being the bigger person, but I walked straight into a living hell. I could still feel those last moments from my previous life. Seven bullets ripped through me, and I had hit the ground, clutching my belly. Chester's medics stormed in but did not even glance my way.

I’m not sure what my complete plan was, beyond landing myself a rich husband, that is. I didn’t set out to steal Adrienne’s life, but it was just so perfect. Everything about her life, from her background to her handsome husband and perfect home, the home she’d invited me into. It was watching Victoria with Gia that had first planted the seed of usurpation in my head.

Fuck! This is the last thing we need. This is NOT how things are supposed to go; it was not in Cynthia's plan. The room cascades into angry whispers as Damon and Elle dance around the floor, confirming the rumors of Elle being a born Luna. Or that Damon is planning on taking her as his chosen before she has the "chance" to find her true mate. Either way, it's not fucking good and complicates things more than needed.

She looked up and sized me up with her dark eyes. Lynn Grant had returned home. In my last life, I pitied her for having to live in a small village for almost twenty years after being kidnapped. Hence, I let her have her way. However, she seduced my fiance and tricked me onto a train that sent me to a small village. At that time, I was already seven months pregnant. Because of what she had said, my in-laws did not visit me at all. I could only believe William and follow him to the outskirts to live with his relatives.

"Quinn Lawson, I know you don't like me, but this is a matter of life and death. Can you please stop blocking me from donating blood to Julian?" The moment I heard Luna Sullivan say those words, it hit me like a bolt of lightning. I had been reborn. I looked up, and my eyes met Julian Mercer’s displeased gaze. Because of anemia, his face was deathly pale. "Quinn, if you are too selfish to donate blood yourself, then fine. But now you are even trying to stop Luna from saving me. How did I ever go blind enough to fall for a shrew like you?"

Of course, I wanted to sink my canines into her pretty little neck and claim her so that everyone who saw her would know she was mine. The one thing we’re told to want, to need, and I won’t give it to her. I will never mark her. Nothing she says or does will ever make me. From what I can tell, she took the idea of past lives well, but telling her I’m going to die by her hand? I’ll never tell her. Unlike in my dreams where she chooses me, I mark her, and everything somehow magically works out with Ethan’s blood on my hands… I know better. Us? Ruling together? That was nothing but a fantasy and this? This isn’t a dream. This is reality. The reality I—we live with. Whether she remembers or not.