Past Lives Book Novels & Stories

I could feel his eyes bore into me and his anger and fear burned their way down the bond. "I won't let you-" Erik started. "It's not your choice to make," I said, cutting him off. Standing up, I grabbed the book before Erik could stop me. The book lit up as soon as my fingers made contact. Electricity filled me as the book hummed in satisfaction. "What is it you wish to see? The past is full of history. The present is full of uncertainty, and the future holds great mysteries. Speak my name, my sweet child, open me, let me show you what is to come." Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious.

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

As she opened a drawer to retrieve a pen, her hand brushed against an old, dusty book tucked away in the corner—a relic from the past. Curiosity sparked, Jette pulled out the forgotten book, its weathered cover and faded pages bearing the weight of memories long tucked away. It was a journal, the pages filled with the handwritten entries of a younger Jette—a version of herself navigating the labyrinth of dreams, uncertainties, and the promise of a future intertwined with Drew.

"Sweetheart, having a normal life doesn't mean that you'll forget about your past. No matter how painful the memories are, they're a part of your life- your past. I used to think that my life would go back to how it used to be, and I prayed that it would. But then I realized that I shouldn't invest all my life on trying to forget. You can't forget. It's an aspect of your life now, and you'll have the scars to remind you every single day. No matter how horrendous the memories are, you'll understand that they make you who you are." We talked...and talked. She was very open and generous when sharing her past. I felt that I'd needed this meet. Her book was only a scratch on the surface. Meeting

The part that gets on my nerves the most is that I still see myself as a thirteen year old girl but in reality I am a nineteen year old who has been in asleep for three years and stuck with memories back dated by three years, well that's great isn't it? But just like my mum said, 'be grateful to god for life' for real I am thankful for waking up after two years of being coma and miraculously finding my way back to life. But indeed I have paid quite a heavy price for the life I am living. I closed my eyes and allowed the cool air sweep across my face through the car window as the scenery outside kept disappearing backwards; they faded just like my memories. Still, I am very much beyond reliev

He didn't say anything else; he didn't want to go on, he just guided me to his room. The surprising thing when I walked in was that it bore a resemblance to what I remembered of his life in Britton, the small town in South Dakota, where I was born, where I met him, where my illusions died. It was simple, with the bare necessities, but each of the things had a power effect. From the impressive bed that looked like a ruler's throne, to the glass shelf in the corner, which, in my opinion, was out of tune with its surroundings. In it, the life I did not know presented itself to me.

I saw her as my sister, as part of the family, but she stabbed me in the back. I stood up angrily as my thoughts kept flying back to that painful past that I needed to forget at all costs. I went into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee that I wanted to sip quietly on the patio, then I had to take it easy and start the new book. It was hard because I only had painful ideas that weren’t very popular with the public.

*** LILIANA. I just couldn't process what he just told me, he must said that to make me feel bad I can't kill his parents something is definitely not right.I know he seems so familiar but I just can't remember what happened, who I was in the Past I can't solve the puzzle and I really need to know what happened. He's not telling me what actually happened I need to travel back to Boston I need to see my step mom even though she doesn't like me she can't keep the fact that she needs to tell me the truth about who I was.

He will look at me as if i am a mad woman and probably lock me up … why is he asking such a strange question though? “What?” i asked, pretending as if i didn’t quite understand his question when all i wanted to do was understand the meaning behind it. “Past lives, eloise, the idea that we relive our lives in a different timeline, year, or place. Do you think it is possible to have been granted another choice, another chance, a cleaner slate to fix the mistake we made before, and do it all over again? Do you think it is possible?” he explained slowly as if he was trying not to freak me out.

After all, I had no dignity in our previous life. Since then, I had experienced death and had long since come to terms with reality. In my past life, I was obsessed with him and believed him to be the best. I was willing to die for him, but I ended up drowning alone, despite my selfless dedication. Now that I was reborn, I sought neither revenge nor love. I simply wanted to enjoy the rest of my life in peace. Thalyx still refused to let me be. He wanted me to love him and tolerate him loving someone else.