See You In My 19 Th Life Novels & Stories

] [May all your plans work out perfectly. [Live long and stay healthy!] [May everything work out perfectly for you!] … They were the notes William and I had left behind, one by one, in different corners of the city. And then, internet sleuths uncovered another account. The username was 'GimmeThatResurrectionScroll'. It contained only one post—a short video with text and audio. [You made it. If we never meet again in this life, then I hope today is kind to you. Tomorrow too. And every day after—always.]

The bullet tore through my shoulder, and a searing pain burned through me before the world went black. When I woke again, my shoulder was wrapped in gauze. Tony and Elma were nowhere to be seen. The hospital bustled with people. No one noticed me stirring in the corner bed. From the next bed, a movie flickered on the small TV. The couple on screen stood beneath the Eiffel Tower, kissing. It was a beautiful scene. Too bad, even with a second chance at life, I still never got to see it for myself.

Now, I truly had no mother at all. Suddenly, the admin patted my shoulder. "Hey, reincarnating across parallel universes costs three thousand points. Your mom is only 19 now. She'll have her firstborn when she's 29. You still have time to collect enough points to be a twin." I wiped my tears and stared blankly at him. Then, under his utterly baffled gaze, I let out a yell and rushed toward the job board. I had to earn points and reincarnate. This time, I was going to be born without shame and sin.

"Stop it, you guys… Shawn and I haven't seen each other in five years. We can't just start making out." She put on a show of resisting, but as she tilted her head up, her lips nearly brushed his jawline. I'd been in love with Shawn for more than five years. From the time I was a kid, I'd known my life was already mapped out for me. Every day was an endless cycle of tests and expectations. I'd stopped looking forward to anything a long time ago. Then, one afternoon, when I was leaving the library to turn in some paperwork like any other day, a basketball came flying straight at me.

The video loaded: security footage of Marcus and me in the living room, clear as day. The message read: I see everything. My blood ran cold.

I'm happily digging into a hot dog by the roadside when, sure enough, I spot my girlfriend, Jennifer York, in Felix Kenner's latest post. The caption reads, "You make the best medicine." After being stood up by Jennifer so many times, I've long since stopped caring. If anything. I'm starting to think I should break up with her as soon as possible and let the two of them be together.

My girlfriend, Eliana Hodson, and my so-called best friend, Austin Brock, had this thing for bets. And somehow, I was always the joke. They'd bet on how long I'd wait for them, which puddle I'd slip in when it rained, even whether the crazy-hot pepper Austin snuck into my food would make my nose run. Then Austin went overseas. Eliana and I got married, and I figured their stupid little game was finally over. Yeah. Nope. One night, I was working at a fancy lounge when I walked in on a group playing a betting game called Time Bomb. I set down their drinks just as I heard Eliana. "I lost." Her friends started yelling. "A bet's a bet! Pick a guy and dance with him!" Then Eliana—my wife

On my birthday, my acceptance letter from Mar University finally arrived. Mom even did something completely out of character: she ordered my favorite strawberry cake. For a moment, I thought my parents had finally remembered that today wasn’t just the day for my brother’s medical checkup—it was my birthday, too. However, right after I blew out the candles, Mom pulled out my brother’s acceptance letter from a local community college. “Mason, your brother didn’t do well in his SATs, so he’ll only be able to get into a community college,” she said. “His health is poor, and he can’t handle the stress of retaking the SATs.” Dad cleared his throat, assuming his usual stance as the head of t

It was written in caps lock. HI! IT IS MARIA. UJU IS DEAD. 9 13 9 19 19 21 SEE YOU SOON!

But I lived a straight life and not the straight edge life-style I took a stare at the three portraits in front of me and for the first time, I thought I saw Mary smiling at me, ‘no way, that ain’t never gonna happen,’ I said. She just kept staring back at me, not smiling, not frowning, and just being sober.