Tal Vez En Otra Vida Novels & Stories

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

After I saw the post go through, I set my phone to silent and went to bed. Maybe it was everything that had happened lately, but I fell into a strange, tangled dream. Back in college, I used to run into Miles all the time at the café where he worked part-time. One day, I had just sat down when he walked over with a cup of coffee. I looked up at him, confused. He scratched the back of his head, a little embarrassed. "It's my first time making a latte. I was hoping you'd try it."

Mine. I hand him the coffee. Our fingers touch. Electricity shoots through me. Heat. Recognition. Need. He feels it too. I see it in his eyes. The shock. The connection. The impossible pull. "Do I know you?" I ask. "I think you do." He looks at me intensely. "Or you did. In another life. Another reality. Another version of us." "That doesn't make sense." "I know." He takes his coffee. "But I'll be back. Tomorrow. And the day after. Until you remember. Until we both remember."

Even after a second chance at life, hearing her speak of me with such cold indifference still stung. I composed myself and walked into the house as if nothing had happened. Noticing my presence, Jessica walked out of Marcus' room with a hint of embarrassment on her face. She explained, "I-I just saw Marcus wasn't feeling well, so I went in to check on him." I gave a noncommittal hum and returned to my room. In my past life, I'd argued with her countless times over their ambiguous relationship. But in this life, I wasn't going to bother anymore.

Every day at lunchtime, I remember our moments together. Even here, a million miles away, she plagues me. Gianna! Maybe this is part of my penance; this suffering is worse than any death. It's like dying slowly, bit by bit every day—sort of like what I'd done to Felice and what I plan to do to the others. So maybe I was paying for my sins while here, so I won't have to pay for them in my next life. Please find me in your next life, Gianna! I'll wait for you there. ***

Moving the tray over to the desk, Etta waltzed back to the bed, plopping herself down beside Annalise, taking her hand in hers once more. "There's not much to tell, honestly. I mean I haven't been in school for years and you alresdy know about my parents." Annalise bowed her head slightly, " Sorry , I don't really know how to do this?" her free hand gesturing between the two of them. "Let's start off easy." Etta tapped her chin, "Favourite colour?" Annalise smiled a little wider, "Hmm... favourite colour? Green, like the forest at the height of summer. How about you?"

“I am destined not to find love in this life. It's a punishment for my past life sin. Hopefully, in the next life, I'll find love and good friends like you and Alexa.” I smiled. “I hope you reconcile with the one you love, you might not get the chance later even if you will live forever. If you don't take this chance, you'll regret it forever and I don't want you to regret anything. You must promise me you will live well.” I nodded, “I promise.” “Share the good news to Alexa, that I'm finally leaving this world. I have no idea what the other life has for me but i have a feeling it is going to be good.”

she replied, taking a step back. "But you're a full-blooded human." Death said, looking like he wanted to say something else but decided against it. "I know my true mate is this person, though. Even the shaman saw it." Cecilia replied, standing up straight and tall. "For enough money, you can get the humans to say whatever you want to hear." he said, sounding like he was suppressing laughter. Cecilia glared at Death; how dare he say such a thing at true love? And sure, it was strange love; her being human and mundane in every way possible, and the person she wanted to wed, and marry with was the alpha of the southern wolf pack.

Angel informed me sadly. I'm dead! As in I'm no longer alive. That's why my soul just travels to the other side. I thought I was just astral projecting in my dream. But now that I know who Angel's true self is, I understand now why the shaman tried to close my third eye.