Past Lives Book Novels & Stories

She quickly replied, "Yes, I did some research on it since I'm curious about it, moreover I've some free time at that time." Zayn glanced at her suspiciously, but he didn't push the matter further. He decided to bring up the topic of novels based on rebirth or regression with memories of past lives, "By the way, have you ever heard of any novels centered around rebirth or regression with memories of past lives?"

Etta asked, fearful of what she might hear next. "No. My aunt and uncle on my fathers side live with another pack across country and my mothers brother was also killed during the rebellion. Once Beta James became Alpha he took me in. He was my fathers most trusted advisor and friend, I had no reason to doubt that he would care for me." Annalise closed her eyes as she thought back to her childhood.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

Our days were simple yet happy, each one filled with joy and laughter. Occasionally, I would hear about Ricardo from Vincenzo. It was said that the Gambino Famiglia had completely collapsed, and Ricardo himself had become a vagrant. He wandered the streets, drunk and half-mad, muttering over and over, "Isabella… Mi Dispiace." Every time I heard this, a faint ripple would stir in my heart, but it was quickly washed away by the happiness right in front of me. The past was the past. What I had now was what I should truly cherish.

She smiled at me “what is it you are doing here?” “I’m looking for something, but I’m not exactly sure what it is” I admitted. “You’ve read this book many times” she pulls it off a nearby shelf, “I think you might find some answers.” The moment my fingers touch the book I am flooded with memories of all my past lives, the good, the bad ; all of it. It brings a wave of emotion that takes my breathe away.

" I catch another cab to Aunty Dora's apartment. She lives in a small building on the east side. When I knocked, she opened the door immediately. "Aria, what's going on?" She pulled me inside worriedly. I threw the file on her kitchen table. "You need to see this." She sits down and starts reading. I watched her face change. From confusion to shock and then to horror. "This... this can't be real," she whispers admist tears. "It is. Every word! Every document! and every forged signatures" Her hands were shaking. "They were planning to kill me?" "Not just planning. They did. In my first life. Five years from now." I grab her hands. "But this time, I'm going to stop it."

"Augustine's dead. Her coven is gone. It's history." "Is it?" the Librarian asked. She opened the book, and I caught a glimpse of handwriting—elegant script in faded brown ink that might have been blood. "Or is it still happening? Still playing out? Still determining the course of events in ways you can't begin to imagine?" She looked up at me, and for just a moment, I saw something in her expression that looked almost like pity. "The past isn't dead, Becca. It isn't even past. It's alive and breathing and making choices for you whether you acknowledge it or not. The question is—will you learn from it? Or will you repeat every mistake that came before?"

It was small, just a twitch but enough for me to see something was off. “You okay?” I asked quietly. He looked up, startled, then smiled a little. “I’m fine.” But he wasn’t. His eyes looked far away, like he was seeing something that wasn’t here. He set the book down slowly. “Do you ever feel like your past is sitting right next to you?” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers locked together. “Like it never really leaves. It just waits until you’re quiet enough to hear it again.”

Maybe he thought I no longer lived there. One afternoon, after coming back from the market, I finally treated myself to a proper, hearty meal. With both meat and salad laid out, I was about to dig in when a sharp knock came at the door. "Open up! Open the door! Bella, I know you're in there, don't pretend you're not! "I can smell the food you made!" Even though I had long since resolved to let Nathaniel go, those words tore open every emotion inside me. In my last life, I cooked and did all the chores for him for 40 years. And now, in this life, all it came to was going our separate ways.

"Yvie!" I frowned and shook him off, snapping coolly, "Please watch yourself, Mr. Grant. If you came to apologize for Susie Grant, then you don't have to—I'm not interested." My coldness stung him, but he smiled wryly. "No, I didn't come for her." Then, taking a deep breath as if to steel himself, he looked at me with his bloodshot eyes as he said, "I came to apologize about what I'd done in our past lives. I know you reincarnated too, Yvie."