See You In My 19 Th Life Novels & Stories

"The drone show is about to start. Please move to the observation deck." I followed the crowd. The drone show was impressive. In the final scene, the drones formed a few large words. "To Fiona. Kyron loves you forever." Fiona was overjoyed. However, Kyron, standing beside her, looked like a statue. He probably thought the security at the door could keep me out, and I would never force my way in, given my personality. I wasn't part of his plan. Everyone stared at me. Taking in everything, I couldn't help but find the scene ridiculous yet amusing.

I beg you! His apology was sincere. The old me might have wavered, but now, having felt the strength of a love truer and fiercer than anything before, his words stirred only disgust. I looked at his haggard, desperate face with no warmth in my eyes, as if he were nothing more than a stranger. "I don't need your repentance. Your atonement is meaningless. And your promises…" I paused, letting the faintest note of mockery lace my tone. "They had come one lifetime too late! As for leaving?"

This is the universal question and the only ones who can answer it are the people who saw their deaths, people like me. My name is Remi Woods. I'm eighteen years old, and for as long as I can remember, I've been able to see how a person will die with a single touch. At first, I wasn't quite sure what was happening and I was terrified that maybe I was going crazy, but after my visions kept coming to fruition no matter what I did, I knew I was different, and not in a good way.

Russell pinched it and found that there was only a thin layer inside, as if it were just one or two sheets of paper. He then opened it. His face darkened as soon as he saw what’s inside. It wasn’t paper inside there, it was a photograph. A photo of Coco lying in the hospital bed. Russell tensed his face and turned the photo over, and two lines were written on the back of the photo. [Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, Lorwick Municipal Court on Rathkeale road, come to listen in on a trial, if you don’t show up ...] It's not written, but the sense of threat from sending him a picture of Coco is already very strong.

The last person I see before I lose all the life in me is my Blood brother with the evillest expression on his face. Fallon.

Same reason. I shook my head with a wry smile. The orphanage had long been burned down to ashes. How could children who had already reincarnated be killed again? The landlord cursed a few times and left. Death's voice echoed in my ears. "Astrid, you have 24 hours left before your soul is annihilated." When I followed Nicholas home, Madison was live-streaming, crying, and pleading her innocence. "The person in the video is Astrid! She hates me for ruining her life of luxury and refuses to come out and clarify things..."

I'll remove every obstacle standing in your way. At the bottom, he signed it: 'Your husband, Ian.' I scratched my head, surprised to receive such wonderful news at my doorstep. What baffled me more was Ian's stubborn need to live like someone else's dog. Maybe that was just his thing. I let out a quiet, helpless scoff, then turned around and fed the letter straight into the shredder. I only hoped these people would finally stop haunting my life. The next time I heard about Ian, it was on the news—'Man Diagnosed with STD Seeks Revenge on Girlfriend.'

Two shadowed figures stood behind her, their smiles smug. "I call this piece 'My Stolen Youth.' The work Rebecca just submitted is based on this sketch," I said.

] [But I never expected him to kneel before the media and smear my reputation publicly. [I demanded to know why he went back on his word.] [He only smiled and said, "If Grandpa sees you again and softens up, what if he leaves all his money to you?"] [I completely broke down.] [I felt so dumb for ever believing him.] [After the interview aired, countless people found me online. They all told me to go to hell.] [Dear Diary, do I really deserve to die?] [Why does everyone want me gone so badly?] By the time Bonnie finished reading, she was already choking with sobs.

I have a congenital heart defect, and the doctors say I won't make it past 18. When I am ten, my parents bring home a blind child, saying she is my twin sister, Everly Wallace. My family spoils me rotten, but they treat Everly like a ghost. Everyone says Everly exists only to give me her heart. I try so hard to be good to this sister who shares my face, desperate to ease my guilt. When I reach 18, I lie on the operating table. Except they don't take my heart. They take my corneas. I die after that, while Everly finally sees the light.