Novel & Cerita Past Lives Book

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.

Yet, to the events and everything that surround them, she will surely see as she will surely know who are the enemy and the real reincarnated dead one. “What do you think?” Turning slowly back as her eyes gaze back to the monitor and her fingertips start to type fast, creating the words on each page of the book that she is writing. She looks and scans then stops, staring warily. Now with sympathy and worry as each page is coming to the life of the ones from those thousand years ago knocking the curse and salvation, they are seeking but blinded to see. “Time is running fast, as no one can change the past, yet, here they are repeating the same mistake.”

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

The puncture site on my arm had been carefully bandaged with cotton. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Everyone around me was busy rushing back and forth, and no one noticed that I had woken up. I tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Only one hour left before I would be pulled back into the past life. On the small TV hanging in the corner, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The meteors were breathtaking, but once again, I had missed it.

My mind buzzed, roaring with chaos, as if a fierce windstorm had burst into my skull, twisting everything inside. The investigator's voice began to fade in and out, sometimes distant, sometimes loud, but certain words cut through with excruciating clarity. "Twenty years ago… a girl fell… suffocation… mental breakdown… mother..." A flood of buried, horrifying memories surged forth. A crimson haze overtook my vision. In an instant, I leaped across the coffee table, pinning him beneath me. My hands clamped down on his neck as I snarled, forcing his head backward with all my strength.

She left Charles and Caleb because she could not accept her fate in her previous life. She wanted to keep pestering me, but David stopped her. “Do you have to ruin Zayn’s reputation?” “Dad… I’m not trying to do that,” Layla anxiously wanted to defend herself, but David firmly stopped her from pestering me. I found out later that Charles told David that he had slept with Layla. Besides, everyone in the village was aware of that. Three years had passed before I returned to my homeland again. I had a steady job and got my house and car in one go.

He ran his fingers along the spines of the oldest books, scanning for anything that might tell him about Daniel’s past. His pulse thundered in his ears. And then—he found it. A book with no title. Its leather cover blackened, scorched, as if it had barely survived a fire. Rigel opened it. And his breath stopped. There—written in ink so dark it looked like dried blood—was the story of Daniel’s past life. A prince. A warrior. A cursed being, feared and revered in equal measure. And a betrayal that had led to his fall. A name.

At that moment, someone was curious about my history and asked without thinking it through, "Wendy, what did you do to end up in prison for five years?" I took a sip of red wine before replying calmly, "Murder." At that moment, the room fell silent. As all eyes were fixated on me, I added, "Oh yeah, I forgot to mention. The person I killed was none other than Ms. Olivia." As soon as the words left my mouth, Olivia glared at me. Looking at her, the hatred from five years ago surged back into my heart. I picked up a knife from the table and walked toward Olivia. Then, I pressed the sharp tip of the blade against her neck.

No matter how hard they tried, we eventually would find our ways back again. I just couldn't believe that Christian loved the new me (Isabella) because I made him forget about the old me (Maria). I didn't think this kind of thing would ever even happen in movies or books, yet it was happening in my life and I'm the main character of it.

With a smile, we three sat in the chairs and slowly waited to hear the news while hoping our family can extend a bit and give a good life to one child as ours. Note: I am not familiar with actual procedures of the adoption and so please forgive is there are any mistakes. There are two series following it, “Past or Present #2”. Please check it out to read the story of Jhanvi, Jay, Ali, and Nicole. And the Nicole character is from the story “Deserve” as there will be a few mentiones from that story also.