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“But with time? I realised I wouldn't even have the luxury to think or get mad if I had been buried.” “And the gift box? I cherish it deeply. I don't care if I pass on without finding my biological parents and all, but I'll keep it till my last breath.” Being buried would have cost me this. This moment of connection and bonding. I've always known there's a story, but I never imagined it to be this wild. A dead girl coming back to life and being saved by a man who didn't have much to himself? It makes me want to be a better person for myself, my future home and my children.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

I replied shortly turning back to face my front, suddenly it hit me a feeling of Deja Vu, like I have done this before, I literally have done this before, I reached out and held onto the wall beside me, as flashes of my past life came back to me, *Me walking out of an elevator on heels,I was in such an hurry to get some files to mom in her office, I didn’t look where I was going and I didn’t realize that the janitor was still cleaning, she had a bucket at the entrance of the Elevator and the floor was still quite wet from her cleaning, in haste to get to mom I kicked the bucket the janitor careless left lying in front of the elevator , being on heels made it worse, not only did I trip, the d

Kiara announced to the silent room. We all watched as the light drained out of Eva's eyes, and the grass beneath her was soaked with her blood. She was sitting right there next to us. How the hell was this possible? I don’t believe it. “It's not impossible. After I died, the Moon Goddess brought me back because of what I suffered. I was given a second chance so I could make things right for my friends. She gave me the wolf that had been locked away from me, along with a spirit guide, to help keep me safe. She knew what you would try when I returned here. The Goddess tried to keep me as safe as she could from what you three were going to try to do to me,” Eva announced to the silent room with

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This sounds so interesting, what is the title of the novel, so I can go get it at the bookshop. “ It's not a novel, it's actually my true life story.” Emilia spouted. “Oh gosh! So bad buddy, then what are you trying to do now?” Micah asked as if she's well concerned about her predicament. “According to the clans, since they chose me, then I should carry the torch.” Emilia says. “ Carry the torch?” Micah asked and twisted her fist in fury. “Yes I will just carry the torch, alright we are the event centre so, have your seat. I thought you said you were going to serve me some drinks.”

She ignored my question, she bent down and picked up the boy. "Where's your mom, buddy??" She asked. Then I heard the door open again, and a beautiful middle age woman was walking toward us. Damn, she's so beautiful. She looks like Sandra Bullock. I smiled sweetly at her and waved. "Hi" I said, politely. "Hi..." She replied. "I'm Nyx Elara Litvin Huxley..." I introduced myself. Her eyes went wide, then composed herself. "Hi... I-im Nova Everly Ivy Grey."

Perhaps it was boredom from being alone for so long, or perhaps it was pity for this little wolfkin, but I eventually nodded. Life passed uneventfully as I took the little wolfkin under my wing to learn medicine and collect herbs. With a bodyguard like that following me around, it seemed that few dared to provoke me. That was until an elderly servant I had not seen in a while suddenly appeared, disrupting my peaceful life once again. "Princess Mirella, Princess Lyra and the king are dead! You must return and help your nation!" The servant's words struck me like a thunderbolt, and I trembled uncontrollably. I asked him repeatedly, but the answers were all the same.

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

I think I’m falling for her. No—scratch that. I know I am. Hard. The feeling is unfamiliar. I’ve never loved anyone before. I don’t even know what it’s supposed to feel like. But around her, I am not the eight-year-old boy who sacrificed his childhood training for revenge. I am not the Mafia Boss whose hands are dirtied beyond redemption. She makes me feel… new. Different. Free. Like there’s a version of me that exists outside the blood and violence, and she’s the only one who can drag him out.