Tal Vez En Otra Vida Novels & Stories

"The bride moved away, but fate brought them back together." "When will I meet my destined one?" Then the video glitched. Two naked bodies flashed up. Shockingly, it was Sophie with another guy. He griped, "How much longer do you plan to fake this depression? Our baby is almost here." "Mateo knows I'm lying but still runs to me," she smirked. "Means he's into me. Just be more patient. Once I become Mrs. Larsen, I'll save my family's company and earn us a lot of money."

The energy in the room had shifted, and Elena could feel it. She clenched her fist, the memories of her past self still burning in her veins. The question that lingered in her mind was simple: Had she truly returned to this life, or was she living in someone else’s shadow? As the fog of confusion lifted, Elena's heart pounded in her chest, her mind reeling. It was as if a veil had been torn away, and the memories of her past life came rushing back in a torrent. She wasn’t Elena anymore. Not entirely. She was Esther—the woman who had once lived, loved, and died. The woman whose soul had been torn from the past and reincarnated into Elena’s body.

I couldn't hear anything, just only the beat of my heart. "I love you, Joy." ~*~ NATHALIA'S POINT OF VIEW ~ You came along unexpectedly I was doing fine, in my little world Oh baby, please don't get me wrong Cause I'm not complaining But you see, you got my mind spinning ~ ~ Why can't it be? Why can't it be the two of us? Why can't we be lovers? Only friends You came along At the wrong place, at the wrong time Or was it me? ~

Lena pulled me closer to her torso, we’re in a spoon position. I turned around and faced her, cupped her cheeks, and caressed them gently. “Is it Déjà vu?” I wondered. “What do you mean?” Lena asked in confusion as she kept caressed my back underneath my shirt. “I mean these whole things. I felt like we have already done these things together” I said. “Mmmm maybe in the past life?” Lena replied. “Umm maybe” I hummed. “I feel like we've been together in the past life, another life” I started.

He sampled my neck with small, torturing kisses, making me at once both hot and cold. Patsy Cline’s “Crazy” began to play in my head. Where the heck did that come from? In my haze of desire, it took a moment for me to register that the music wasn’t brought on by lust, but by Anders’ cell. He must have figured it out at the same time, because he pulled away from me, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Your phone,” I panted, shaken by what had just happened. “Merde!” He checked his phone and shoved it back onto his belt without answering.

With blood on her lips, her trembling voice resonated once more. ‘Maybe, in my next life, I will have the pleasure to be your mate again.’ Talia whispered through the bond. “Abre!”

She wasn't just grieving a breakup; she was grieving a life, a pack, and a girl who had willingly walked into the dark embrace of a vampire. "Did it work?" Thalia asked softly. "The television?" "No," Chloe admitted, offering a small, crooked smile. "But eventually, you get tired of hearing the infomercials. You turn it off, you cry until your ribs hurt, and then you wake up the next day and realize you're still breathing. The city helps, too. There are eight million people here, Thalia. That means there are eight million versions of a life you haven't lived yet. You get to pick a new one."

Zoey was firm and said, "No! Never!" Gilberto was unwilling, "If I had known you before Russell, would we have..." "No way!" Zoey said coldly, "How could I ever fall in love with a devil who treats human lives as insignificant?" Gilberto's eyes welled up with tears as he asked, "What did you mean when you said "past life" and "this life"?

Including a child bride. But this is my life and my body. My virginity is mine and I decide what to do with it. Who to give it to. Reaching for a bottle of shampoo, I smash it against the mirror and then pick up one of the pieces before moving towards the bathtub. I fill it with water, climb inside, and lie back. The temperature is perfect. In another life, Santi would walk through the door, smile at me, and start undressing. Then he'll join me in the tub, make love to me before we dress, and go out for dinner. Or we can cuddle up in bed until we fall asleep. In another life, my father wouldn't sell me and my mother wouldn't betray me. In another life, men like El Rey don't exist. With a smi

They are humans too. Till the next adios