Remake Our Life Novels & Stories

He was halfway tempted to say screw this whole fucking plan, take Brat off somewhere remote, and get it over with already. Except he needed the money. If it weren't for that, he'd be long gone and Lila would have a body on her hands. He'd burned through all his cash finding and setting up this gig so someone else would take the fall for Brat's death and now he was on the hook for cash. There were some opportunities on the horizon but nothing that would yield a quick payday. And it took a lot of money to set up a new life, the background, all the documentation. It wasn't as easy as it looked in movies. It was a time consuming process to remake himself into another person.

Taylor's POV It's finally the weekend which means that today I will be going shopping with my best friends looking for clothes for our graduation party. This week had been crazy with confessions and saying goodbye to my childhood friend, Liam. However, we still keep contact with each other, even though we're in two different cities. Liam told me that Melissa was no longer an annoying bitch and she suddenly became nice to everyone and was starting to wear jeans. This at first was freaking Liam out, because she was totally different from her normal self but was going back to how she was in our childhood.

She marches out of her room as the two maids follow behind their mistress. "Miss, be careful," one of the maids cautioned, her voice laced with concern, as Autumn's pace quickened with a mix of anxiety and trepidation. This was the moment she had been dreading - facing her father after her rebirth. The last time they spoke, his words had cut deeper than any knife, disowning her and leaving her for dead in the den of social suicide.

No way! What he said next made my eyes widen and threaten to burst out of its sockets. “Dear Ex-Wife, Let Us Restart.”

“You’re late on your rent, your utilities are all set to be cut off, there’s no food in the house, and you have three children. You must take this offer, Lawrence. You have no other choice,” his sister told him. “Besides, Jada will have a better life than you could ever hope to provide her. She may not think so now…but one day she will thank you,” Marilou told her brother. Lawrence looked at his sister sadly and agreed.

"But I get it now. I was wrong. I'll handle everything back in Arlencia—leave it all behind. We can start fresh." I looked at him—so sure, so determined—and couldn't help laughing. "Handle it how? Or is the company about to go under?" I hadn't kept tabs on Derrick, but a few old coworkers still messaged me now and then. Turned out, not long after I left, the project Molly was running completely imploded. The damages? Huge. Compensation? Massive. Derrick and Molly spent weeks groveling to their partners. Eventually, they got one last shot—but only if they redid the entire project from scratch.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

It only became clear on a night as ordinary as any other. She scrolled through Mason's latest social media post, showing a video of a little puppy. Her gaze softened, though a sudden wave of drowsiness hit her hard. In that hazy moment, she felt like a bystander, watching an entirely different life unfold. In that life, her parents had forced her back to the Kains. She regained her memories sooner than she had in this life and married Mason. Not long after, Mason was diagnosed with ALS, but unlike in reality, he didn't see it as a burden. Instead, he smiled and said he would face it together with her.

A lifetime of pain and mistakes and regrets fading away with each passing day like some bad dream, slipping farther and farther into the abyss of the past with every waking moment. Sixteen. Shylie blinked, the word echoing in her head. She blinked, feeling her new life solidify around her, the weight of everything settling on her like a mantle. No longer a sickly middle-aged woman who had let her life slip through her fingers. No longer a ghost of her former self. This was Shylie. This was her, back to life, given the chance to make a change, to start anew. No more holding back, no more pretending, this time around, she was going to take charge.

He remarked, "Lionel, why are you hugging Ingrid? Wait… Hold on. Channing, you betrayed us, too?" Britney and I looked at each other and smiled. Our fingers were tightly intertwined as we leaned against one another. This was the first sunrise we had ever watched together. In this life, we would watch every sunrise together. We would walk the roads we never got to walk in our last life and travel across the world. We would make up for every regret. And this graduation trip was only the beginning.