Second Life Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 1 I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life? I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.

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The fire cracked in the hearth, casting shadows like wolves across the walls. Her second life had begun. And this time, the hunt was hers.

Shattered and broken, I was hit by a car while crossing the street. In my final moments, a profound injustice gripped my soul. It was all Xenia's fault. Why did I have to be her scapegoat? Consumed by this raging fury, I found myself reborn and returned to this precise instant in the court. Xenia's tears were beginning to fall. This time, I vowed to rend them all for what they had done to me in my past life.

No one believed that. The poster then started a livestream. The ones who appeared on camera were the long-missing Winona and Sonny. Winona looked exhausted, and only her upper body could be seen. Sonny sat on a chair beside her, looking like he was forced to be there. In front of the camera, Winona apologized sincerely on Sonny's behalf. Everyone on the internet cursed at them for wasting their time. Slowly, things cooled down, and my life seemed to return to normal.

The livestream chat was buzzing with comments. I grabbed the gasoline can from the garage and splashed it all over the door, couch, and curtains without any hesitation. "Holy shit, is she crazy? Is she really live-streaming herself burning her mansion down?" "Isn't this mansion worth like 15 million dollars? How could she just burn it down like that?" "I don't think she'd actually burn it all down. She's probably just doing this for clout." "I think I recognize her. Isn't she the richest heiress in the city who just got engaged recently?"

Brandon even proposed to her in front of the crowd, making them the envied couple who went viral online. I could still feel the phantom pain of being crushed as I recalled my death in my past life. I hurriedly pushed Yvonne aside and said with a faint smile, "I'm looking forward to your performance. It's getting late, so I'm going to go pick the animal I want to train. I'll leave you all to it, then." I immediately turned and walked away after saying that. I looked at the python in its cage after arriving at the training facility, feeling a heavy weight in my chest. I had rescued this python from a tiger three years prior.

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.

She then sighs, “there you go, my dreams of learning the universe will stay like a dream. I just hope that in my second life, I will be on NASA, working.” The king turned away from her and stared at the moon again. The gentle movement of the water in the Hann river and the audible conversations of the people in the plaza reigned for a while. But instead of awkward silence, they were both bathe with the comfort of it. “There is no such thing as second life. Once your mortality ends, you won't be born again in the flesh. Each of the creations is uniquely carved and borne by the supreme being,” he later said that made Daeira glanc

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.