Novel & Cerita Past Lives Book

MADISON'S POV* I... I've never had a problem financially. I get what I wished to have when it comes to material things. But when it comes to the person I love the most, I always fail. I don't know what did I do wrong in this life to deserve all of this... Or did I do something in my past life? I read about it in books. That past life affect the life we are given the second time. Did I perhaps killed anyone? Am I a mass murderer to deserve this kind of treatment?

I lay back, staring at the ceiling as if answers might drip down from it like water. I had told them everything. Almost everything, except one thing… They didn’t know that the book had been blank. That the moment my blood touched the pages, letters formed beneath my fingers as though alive. That it had recognized me. That the past I had been chasing perhaps connected to that very book… “I thought I was searching for my past,” I whispered into the quiet. “But… it seems my past is looking for me.” A part of me felt hollow, like a missing piece had been stolen. Another part of me ached with the weight of recognition, like the book had opened a door that had been locked for centuries and I had s

I remember all my life in detail during those five years, but the last month of those five years that I went back to the past I don't remember, and I don't remember anything else about that fateful night, nor the person who killed me. Helena Mart interrupted again and asked, "What the hell is going on with this book?" Is it a fairy tale book or what? What does revival mean? What are these things that children do not even believe. A little while ago we were talking about a dream of werewolves, paranormal, curses, monsters and magic, and now we're going to talk about bringing back the living. sera interrupted her and said seriously, "Helena, stop this, let's finish this book." We said we could

indeed my son," said Khanza quietly. "My son and yours. Our son who lived two hundred years ago. " "HUH?!" “Remember my question the other day? About the two kingdoms? And you explain everything? It's your kingdom, Zo. Kingdom of someone named Kenzo. Kenzo and his wife, Khanza. They have a child. The boy managed to escape the attacks of Dharma and his soldiers, both humans and evil beings. Remember Ven? The ghost that always follows me? She is my younger brother in a past life. And big bro Keanu, he is a direct descendant of the Kenzo and Khanza of the past. " All of these explanations were so sudden, that it made Kenzo go crazy. The guy stared a

Scared of dying… and thinking that the lives that others had given would be a waste if I die… I lived a long life yet… is that even living? Every day I blamed myself. To be able to open my eyes when it was I who was the reason for someone else’s miseries… What is really happening? I don’t really know. I am so confused… is that really true? But what if my mind is just tricking me? No… I did come back from the past then came back here in the future… this is all true… then… “What would happen now?” Clenching the piece of paper, I am uncertain in what I should do. My mom is still there somewhere and I don’t even know her state…

In my previous life, Derick had his fling with his so-called 'sister' Jasmine before he ever knew me. All the while, unaware of the truth, I was running the mafia business and raising their child myself. They were busy dreaming about their love child and blowing through the cash I made, which ended up costing my son his life. I poured my soul into making their kid my successor, and they just sat back and enjoyed the spoils. My boy and I? We were just pawns in their perfect life! Fate handed me a do-over, and this time, Derrick and Jasmine would be dealt with a well-deserved retribution!

"I don't hate you. Besides, I already said that I'd deal with this, so won't you stop making a fuss? "Can't we live together like we did in the past?" I shook my head. "Of course not." What I cared about was hardly just what had happened just now. It was that he disliked me to the point of hatred in our past lives, yet chose to trap me by his side, torturing me until I died. He gave me hope, only to destroy it with his own hands. Now that we were reborn, how could you be so shameless as to tell me that I was making a fuss, as if it was something insignificant?

"Currently? Is this 'bad memory' of yours a person?" "Yeah." The biggest regret of his life, actually. The sweetest, most aggravating, and definitely the most infinitely complicated part of his past. "My ex-wife." END OF BOOK TWO: HUNTING HER JEWEL

That's why I'm going to have a sit-down and see whether I want to deal or not. I wondered what it would be like, to focus on something else for once. To look forward to living when I'd been so hellbent on dying. Knowing that you'd lived past the day you thought you were going to be dead is an odd feeling. It doesn't feel so much like borrowed time but a rebirth.

I recounted the events, the dark twists and turns that had brought us to the precipice of this ancient discovery. "It all began with a tragedy," I confessed, my voice quivering with raw emotion. "I was once a different person, living a seemingly ordinary life. But then... then I died. My boyfriend, Mark, betrayed me in the cruelest of ways. He took my life, leaving me lost in the abyss of death." Dr. Thorne leaned forward, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. "Reborn in the past," he mused, his voice laced with understanding. "A chance for redemption, perhaps?"