Rewriting Life Novels & Stories

I need to rewrite my wrongs and most especially I need to do it right this time I've gotten more zeal to live, a reason to get better and fight back, I need my legs to walk again only then will I be able to make amends for my past mistakes and also get my wife to forgive me, and this time around I'll do whatever it takes to get her to forgive me even if it means being her slave after all I once treated her like a slave and I wouldn't mind if tables turn around this time, I'll do anything to get her to accept me back Hours later, the pilot announced that we'll be landing soon, I felt happy hoping I can be able to walk again, four years ago I lost the will to live but today I'm more than despe

If there was any chance that he was reading at all, I was going to make it count, and I picked up where I left off. I was completely caught off guard and it took awhile before I felt like I had escaped even a little from a cage of restraining sadness. It was a cage I became trapped in as the feeling of loss draped everything in my world. My world became gray and gloomy. But then came Brian, and day-by-day I began to see things repaint themselves and return to their colorful splendor as my world was reinvented. Life is a highway, and life is a beach and life is precious and it’s all the innumerable clichés that people have discovered and cemented throughout the years. But most of all, life is

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.

“Hazel, do not pretend this is about principle. You simply refuse to yield.” “And if I refuse?” I asked. He leaned closer, lowering his voice, as though offering me a secret kindness rather than an insult. “In your last life, you wanted nothing more than to bear my child. You never did. If you agree to my terms now, I will grant you what you failed to have before—a child of your own.” For a split second, the world seemed to tilt. Had he been reborn as well? The certainty in his eyes confirmed it. He knew I had once loved him enough to bleed for him.

--- He dropped instantly. “Elena!” --- She moved without thinking. --- Grabbed his arm just before he fell into the void below. --- The space snapped back into place seconds later. --- Like nothing had happened. --- Adrian pulled himself up, breathing hard. --- “This place is breaking apart.” --- “No,” Elena said again. --- “It’s being rewritten.” --- The distinction mattered. --- Because rewriting— --- Meant intention. --- Another distortion surged through the field. --- This time— Closer. ---

she whispered as she began to walk away. Her figure shattered all through the place. I closed my eyes as I welcomed the pain, reminiscing about how life might have been if we had made different choices, me and Vivian. Maybe life was supposed to go this way since it was said we were already predestined before we were born. It seems those who decide to rewrite their destinies are those who make the most of this existence. It might have been a different story for someone else, but for me, this was how mine ends.

Strip away the family fortune and reputation, and you've got absolutely nothing. Sebastian's mother was imprisoned because of what happened to Mom, and he was banned from joining Hamilton Corporation. Even so, he never lacked food, clothing, or luxuries. The whole living in the "housekeepers' quarters" story was just his own sob story. His actual room was only slightly smaller than mine. In my previous life, he lived quite lavishly after he went abroad with no one to supervise him. I was curious to see what would happen to him in this lifetime.

By refusing to let herself become a thread in that machine, she had preserved the possibility of imperfection, of life lived, not merely preserved. She thought of the lives she had glimpsed inside the Core—her own repeated through time, other lives collapsing into towers of light—and she realized that their preservation had not been the point. What mattered was witness. What mattered was choice. Humanity was not eternal, but it was irreducible. Emma, Nolan, Lira, and even those rewritten had carried fragments of this truth into the lattice. Now, the lattice was gone, but the memory endured in them.

When Mira and I finally stepped back into the car that had brought us there, I exhaled slowly, as if I had been holding my breath since signing the papers. “Well,” she said, buckling her seatbelt and turning to study me carefully, “how does it feel to have your life rewritten in one afternoon?” “I’m not sure it’s rewritten,” I replied, staring out the window as the gates opened for us again. “Maybe it’s just… edited.” She laughed softly. “Trust you to make it sound academic.”