Past Lives Book Novels & Stories

I laughed at myself. How ridiculous! I abandoned everything for him. And yet, not only had he moved on, but he was now standing in front of everyone, mocking my sincerity, too. I nodded at this. Zeke was right. I had no home anymore. First, my grandmother had given me a home. Then, it was Zeke. But now, both of them were gone. As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past.

or will promises and compromises will cut ties in between? Before I met her I was following a constant routine of how will I handle my ever messed up way of living. The morning I woke up until another morning things were boring but my routine back then had kept me stable for a long time. I have been in the dark until this angel freed me, she accepted my all, and I could never be this grateful. if past lives are real I'm going to give all these golds that I have for us to be together again in the next hundred lifetimes. “Hey, aren’t you going to be late?” Asmara snapped her fingers at me. She is annoyed.

The houses were on each side of the street, and the street went on forever. "What....what is happening?" Kasey shakily asked, her mind already concluding. "It's the souls of the dead... replaying scenes of their lives..." Belasco softly said, sorrow coating his words. "I'm also known as the lord of the lost. These souls will never be free. Not one person has managed to break their cycle since eons ago... These are my people. But yet...I can't help them." Kasey fell quiet, letting Belasco continue leading her to the other side of the street and through another alley. All the way until they reach what looked like it could've been a farming field. But nothing grew. It was now just dried soil. "

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

I knew he blamed me too, for taking away his mom. Dad was different as well. Sure, he went through the motions—work, eat, sleep—but the lightness had vanished from his face. I caught him one day, burning Emma's diaries in the garden. He said they were too heavy, that it would not be good for Calvin to read them later. When the last page turned to ash, I watched him cough up blood. I changed too. I was not a kid anymore; I had to be the rock for Dad and Calvin.

Only smooth skin, unbroken, unscarred. “What... is this?” I whisper. Is this a dream? A hallucination? Or— I swallow hard. I know that in some cultures, people can have past lives and present lives. Am I dreaming, or did I get a second chance? As if to answer my question, memories surge forward, crashing into me like a tidal wave. The sharp, metallic tang of blood fills my mouth. Lisa’s cold smile, her voice laced with venom. “The reason your entire family is dead... was me.”

But even here, where life had finally slowed, the past had a way of whispering in the dark. One evening, as I was unpacking a box of books I hadn’t touched in years, I came across a journal I’d kept before my life unraveled. Its leather cover was worn, the pages inside filled with scribbled dreams and plans for a future I barely recognized anymore. Flipping through, I saw the person I used to be—the one who believed in simple joys, who thought nothing was beyond reach if she worked hard enough. That person felt so far removed from who I was now. I wasn’t sure if she would recognize me.

They say cherish the memories of your love one's that have died but remembering everything about that person and then you realizing that it's only memories and you won't be able to make more memories with them is the worst form of toture. It only makes you miserable. I once had a beautiful and peacefull life that wasn't full of death and misery. I was ready to start a family with the love of my life but unfortunately the universe didn't agree with it. Fate had decided to take him and our unborn baby away from me. I lost my mother and baby sister. My older brother Alessandro was killed on his way home. The only people I have left in my dark and misrebale life is my dear father, twin brother a

Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation. Imade discovered Natasha's privileged status and was amazed by it. However, Natasha's father disapproved of her behavior and lifestyle, especially her involvement in parties and association with people from lower social classes. He eventually made the decision to send her overseas to pursue her studies in business administration. Natasha and Imade's friendship had only lasted for a year, but their bond went far beyond mere friendship. However, after Natasha's departure, all attempts to reach Imade proved futile. Her little phone had malfunctioned, causin