See You In My 19 Th Life Novels & Stories

All he saw was my disheveled state—an embarrassment to him. I glanced around the vast, empty room. Minnie and I had shared so many memories here. She used to dance in this very space, her laughter filling the air. She played here, twirling with joy. And in the end, this was where she collapsed—helpless, breathless. No matter how desperately I tried, I couldn't lift her back up. Christian had missed Minnie's final moments. And just as he had abandoned her, he would never see me again before I died.

My eyes begin to slowly shut, “If you're not the first thing I see when I wake up, I'll take back my word and kill that motherfucker.” Then everything goes black.

Whoever you are… Whatever you’ve been to me in another life… I hope you understand— This life is mine now. And I won’t lose it without a fight.

Ripped from my body. When I finally opened my eyes, panic rushed through me. My hands flew to my belly— Flat. Empty. Lifeless. Not swollen with life anymore. Not full of hope. Just... gone. A scream tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I cried out in agony— "My baby... my pup...!"

She turned her back on him and left without a second glance. She showed up at the grave I picked and laid it all out for me. "Jan, every single person who wronged you has paid for it. You can let go now. And when you get to the other side, try to take it easy this time." Natalie traced her fingers across my photo before getting back on the road. … I had no idea how much time had gone by when Nathan suddenly appeared in front of my grave. He looked exactly like a junkie, with his scraggly beard, hollowed-out eyes, and pale, chalky skin.

She looked at the face that was almost identical to Caspian's, her heart splintering once more. A faint, mocking smile curled at the corners of her lips. "I thought you'd already seen all of it." Forrest froze for a moment, then smoothly changed the subject. "Why are your eyes so swollen? Are you still upset about the videos? I don't know who leaked them, but don't worry. I've already sent wolves to deal with it. It'll be taken care of soon. "As for not being able to become Luna, you don't need to dwell on that. Even if you can't be Luna, being a mistress works just fine. What matters most is that we're together, right?"

Why won't you die? I stared up at her with hollow eyes. She was the one who birthed me. Although I knew I should've seen this coming, the flicker of hope I'd harbored finally died. They were all in on Richard's scheme. They were planning to frame me for kidnapping Richard and drowning him in the sea. Then, they'd feed me pesticides so it would look like I'd "committed suicide" out of fear. Amelie and Theo would then play the role of witnesses who could testify that I killed Richard and then myself.

My deskmate, Elaine Jenkins, was the kind of girl who was born with a sharp tongue. She loved nothing more than embarrassing me in front of everyone. When I showed up in a brand-new white shirt, she sneered, "Look at the country boy who finally made it to the city. Are you really that worried people will not realize how hopelessly tacky your taste is?" When I switched to contact lenses, she laughed. "Those eyes look like a dead fish's. Taking off your glasses is not going to magically turn you into a handsome guy." Then I won a prize in the math competition. She just rolled her eyes and said, "Please. Everyone knows he stays up all night grinding through problem sets. He practically worke

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

This life's go no escape, Go hard until I can't see straight, Sunlight burn in' my eyes, How the fuck am I still alive? (Oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa)