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"Honestly, I don't know why I wrote this book. Of course I know why, but I mean why I specifically wrote it and who I wrote it for. It's definitely for someone sitting right here otherwise tonight will just be a wasted night. No amount of money can buy the human soul, that's one thing I love about it. We all care about making money and spending money too. In this book, the lead character is a man called Derrick Jefferson who has all the money in the world but could not save his soul when he goes into a coma after a car crash. "What's the use of all that money? His beloved family could only pray that he comes out of it. They couldn't buy his way out of the coma. Everything was left to a highe

Their explanation of tantra was truthful, if a little oversimplified. I squeeze my eyes shut and rub my temples. I need coffee, and by now the kids might have something for me, so I head back down to Chinatown, taking a detour into The Magickal Childe bookshop on West 33rd on the way. Of the stack of books I’ve spent my morning with at the library, the one title I’m fascinated by is the infamous Tibetan Book of the Dead, and now I wanta copy I can mark up. The shop is a cramped little hole in the wall that reeks of voodoo oils and herbs. Ceremonial swords and shelves of dusty glass jars cover the walls. A leather-bound copy of the Necronomicon takes pride of place in the display window and a

Death Contract They say that reincarnation may be true because no one in the world can tell what there is in the afterlife. Nor can anyone prove that fictional things are not true. So I, I believe that in this world we have things we don't know but it's better that we just don't know. "I'll borrow this book," I uttered while reaching the book to the Librarian. The book is entitled Death Contract. When I read its description earlier the book already caught my attention. So I took it.

I turned carefully to the table of contents and ran my finger down the list. There were many chapters on various topics surrounding death. Eventually, I spotted one chapter labeled “Religious Reincarnation”. Seemed like a good start as any, and by that point, the library was about to close. I tucked the book under my arm and left. The librarian shot me a strange look as I checked out that book, but she didn’t stop me. “Make sure this is back by the end of the week,” she said, sliding the book back to me. “Any damage will come directly out of your student stipend.”

He didn't dare look at her or Landon as he replied in a low and firm voice, "This isn't going to happen." Noir was even more direct. His tone was cold, hard, and authoritative. "Reincarnation Record is located in a sacred place at Netherrealm, exactly where the Divine Laws are located. "There's no way a mortal can be allowed to see it. You are burdened by various karmic forces, and your fate is complicated. "Try to read it, and your soul may be destroyed. The cycle of reincarnation itself could be disrupted in the worst-case scenario. No one can bear the consequences."

"I can share later. You don't care about Adam Smith?" "Really cares. I was expecting Adam Smith as my husband. For Zayn and Brittany Brown, I have a lot of finesse, " replies Nadhea stroking her sore cheek. The alpha power within Nadhea was playful and immeasurable at this time. "Dan Smith's face was frightened looking at you. Don't tell me the boys know who I really am," Nadhea continued, finishing the coffee deliciously. Nadhea's alpha soul sends the basic guiding memory that Alpha and omega children can recognize ancestral and reincarnated souls. Even the presence of Nadhea living their lives since the beginning of their conscious.

I still can't wrap my head around how she looks and talks like my Anna, I never thought such would be possible, although I once heard a story of something similar that happened to a werewolf who lost his mate but I never thought it was real or that it would ever happen to me. Staring at the embarrassed blush on her rosy cheeks brought back so many locked-up memories, so many painfully sweet memories, memories I never thought I would ever get to relive again. It's a bittersweet feeling because I don't know if she's truly my reincarnated Anna if at all that bullshit is real. I don't want to hurt her and hurt myself with such hopes but I also can't see myself calling everything bluff and never

The seductive aura wrapped around me like armor. As the final pieces of Seraphina’s memories settled into place, I felt complete. This was my beginning. The rejected, murdered Elara was dead. Seraphina Voss , reborn avenger , had risen and the Blackthorn empire would never be the same.

"You've got to be kidding me. Do you know how long we have been working on this? But it took you less than two days to crack it. What kind of a brain do you have?" "I don't know," I chuckled lightly. "There is only one person who would have been able to pull this up, and that person is Princess Ashina. Unfortunately, the lovely princess is dead but I guess we have her reincarnated here." Damon tapped me lightly on the shoulder. Well, her reincarnation is indeed here, literally. "I hope I will not get into trouble because of this?" I asked him. "What do you mean? Why should you be in trouble for being a brain box?"

She was sitting close enough to do it and wouldn’t hesitate. Instead, I just rolled my eyes and laughed along with him, but secretly I hoped he wasn’t right. “There was a book in the library where I worked that talked about reincarnation. It’s part of some religions that say you have many lifetimes to learn and improve on the not-so-good choices you made in the previous one. And when you get to a certain state, you get eternal rest.” “Interesting tale, but it’s a little far-fetched.” I pushed.