See You In My 19 Th Life Novels & Stories

I'd only ever seen him on the news. Just as I opened my mouth to speak, darkness enveloped my vision, and I pitched forward. When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital. I tried to get up, but dizziness washed over me. Zane sat by the bed and was scrolling through my chart. When he saw I was awake, he looked up and asked, "How do you feel?" I was about to answer when my phone rang with another call from Damon. I refused to answer, yanking out my SIM card and snapping it in half.

"Fran, midnight has arrived. You just need to die in this world, and you can go back." I picked up a sharp piece of glass and raised my hand, dragging the jagged edge across my artery. Finally, I was leaving this world where no one loved me. Everything was finally going to end.

I slipped off the bed and collapsed onto the floor, but my survival instinct pushed me to crawl toward the nightstand where I kept my allergy meds. When I finally yanked it open, it was empty. By then, my body was giving out. My vision dimmed, and my foot hit the leg of the table. The vase on the table came crashing down. A giant bouquet of roses spilled out in front of me. At that moment, I thought it was the end of me. The loud crash must have startled Leo and Max outside. They burst through the door, picked me up, and frantically searched for my meds. Just before I blacked out, I saw Ella rushing in with a familiar pack of medication in her hand. The moment the needle pierced my skin, eve

“In my next life, I will make sure to find you earlier. Slowly, life drained out of me and I blinked my last tears before I closed my eyes forever.

I never imagined falling in love. "I've never felt so seen," I say quietly. "By both of you. Brian looked at me for years and never saw who I actually was. My mother sees a disappointment. The world sees a nobody from nowhere who got lucky." I turn my head to look at Damon, then shift to look at Mike. "But you two see me. The real me, and you want her anyway." "We more than want her," Mike says softly. "We need her." "This is real," Damon says, and there's something almost like wonder in his voice. "Whatever this is, and I don't have a name for it, it's real. And it's ours."

I made sure my voice wasn't loud. He looked at me, “To support you of course.” He responded, and kissed my forehead. The camera flashes even more. I heard the fans squeal even more. “DamSelle! DamSelle! DamSelle!” They chant in unison using the amalgamations of both our names. I wanted to frown, I hate being in this situation. But I stood there, smiling my way to the camera. As soon as we stepped away from the red carpet, he pulls me on the isolated area where no one could hear us talking

Some of them even held up their phones, glancing between the screen and me as if trying to confirm something. 'What's going on?' I was so confused, so I pulled out my phone. That was when I saw the latest trending notification. My heart sank as I read the titles. 'Teen Delinquent Bullies Poor Student—18-Year-Old Girl Kneels in Restaurant Begging for Forgiveness.' I tapped into it, only to find footage from the restaurant. Someone had recorded everything and uploaded it online. Annie's tearful, trembling figure in the video made it look as though I was the one tormenting her, painting me as the villain.

"I've had nineteen years to get used to people believing that, and it still doesn't make it easier to hear." "Nineteen years." I heard myself repeat it, testing the number the way I'd tested Marlowe's name in the car an hour before, like maybe saying it out loud would make it mean something different than it did. "You didn't die when I was seventeen. You've been alive since I was eight."

I just hadn't realized how weak I'd gotten. Before I even made it out of the hospital, my vision blurred. I tripped over something, and my legs gave out. Someone ran over from a nearby car. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard someone calling my name. Everything blurred. Then someone scooped me up and started running. Cold air hit my face, snapping me back. That's when I saw him. "Shawn Spencer?" He was one of Johan's biggest rivals. Every bit his equal. I didn't expect to see him here.

Hеr еуеѕ meet mіnе, аnd іn thеm I саn see the сruеltу, раіn and mаdnеѕѕ оf a lіfеtіmе ѕреnt оn thе street. I spit оut thе lаѕt оf thе mаtеrіаl. I should bе bеggіng her to lеt me gо, but instead I say, “You’re nеvеr gоіng tо gеt him back.”