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She whispered, it wasn't a question it was a fact both knew. "I don't know, maybe we have met in another life. You know stories had it that people who knew themselves in a life before, if they eventually meet again in another life, they would know." He explained. Owen was not sure he believed those sayings but it was the only logical reason he could think of, if not, what could explain this sense of familiarity between them? "I don't believe in that but regardless, it could only make sense," she replied and then sighed, "where is the other guy?"

Angelo smiles and opened his mouth, he went on to say, ”Because humans in Earth has some strange of entertainment when watching person death” “Why did I say 'person' when our discussion was clearly a wolf and vampire process of death? It’s simple, because not only us, our race will suffer from their claws but also their own race will suffer from them if they did a tiny bit of mistake that will be deemed as their sin”

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Then the image changed again. Hope stood beside Adrian. Another image showed Elias. Another showed Luna. Another showed Serena and Lucian. Every important moment of her life appeared. Hope stared. “It’s showing my entire life.” “No,” Seraphina said. “It is showing every possible version of your life.” Hope looked closer. There were countless versions of herself. In one, she became a queen. In another, she destroyed the universe. In another, she never met Adrian. In another, she died young. In another, she lived peacefully with her family.

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...!"

“I can give you their contacts but I have no idea how it’s going to work but I hope it does.” – Anthony stood from a distance. He was still hurt from his cousin's death but the longer he looked at his wife the more the anger subsided. Titan’s brother called again and this time he picked. “Conversations are over girls.” Año thy said as he walked up to them. “Titan isn’t dead.”

" I don't know, around 40,50, I guess " " You have lived 51 to be exact but you remember only 50 ' " What is that supposed to mean ? " " It means that you subconsciously erased your 10th life, your real 10th life from your memory because of the trauma you went through that life " " I'm pretty sure all my lifes have been traumatizing so what makes that one so special ? " Celea asked confused " It's because of guilt, you couldn't live with that guilt " " What guilt what was I feeling guilty about ? "

Zara’s breathing changed beside me. “You mean… there are other versions of us?” “Yes.” “Like....copies?” Luna asked, voice trembling. “No,” Mira corrected softly. “They’re not copies. They’re you. Your soul reflects what choices you didn’t make.” I felt something shift inside me. Something big. Zara’s lips parted slightly. “So… the Zara who loved Kai is somewhere else. The Zara who killed him is somewhere else. The Zara who never met him…” “Exactly.” Her voice dropped to a whisper.

Jesus Christ! And as if on cue, the prayer I’d muttered while I lay dying in a pool of my own blood replays itself loudly in my head. “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want from me in return.” Tears blur my vision. It really wasn’t a dream. None of it was. I’ve been given another chance. A second life. However twisted the universe is, it listened to my prayer.

This time, I’ll take the gentle Arnold, and Elysia shall suffer instead. Her thoughts continued to pour into my mind, sending a chill down my spine. So she had been reborn as well, and somehow, I had gained the ability to hear other people’s thoughts. In my previous life, I married Arnold and lived what everyone believed was a happy, enviable life. He was gentle, attentive, and never raised his hand against me. Wherever I went, he accompanied me, showering me with care and romance.