The Life Changer Novels & Stories

He paused deliberately and added, "Instead of showing empathy, this guy files for divorce and blasts private videos online, inflicting further harm on his vulnerable wife. This is utterly irresponsible!" The viewers nodded, eating up his story. Lula, overcome with remorse, slapped herself and apologized to Martha for doubting her character.

My hands tightened on the wheels of my chair. That’s not a coincidence, that's a habit and that’s Aria. “You’re Aria,” I said under my breath, staring at her back. She turned slightly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. Then she flipped all to the side. Even that. My pulse pounded. “You can change your name,” I murmured. She began pushing the wheelchair toward the elevators. “You can change your country.” The doors slid open. “You can change your life.”

“Is all the fighting finally getting to you? Don’t tell me you’re grown tired of it.” “I have,” I admitted. I could tell her anything. Here, there was nobody around to listen. “But what can I do? I must go on. This is the life I chose.” “You can always make a change. The beauty of life is that we can do whatever we want with it.” “It’s more complicated than that, especially for me.” “This woman,” she began, referring to the breeder, “who is she to you?”

With her new life seemingly playing out similarly to the last, she was certain it would go her way. In my previous life, I had conceived two black-finned mer-children just three days after consummating my marriage with Sheldon. Caroline had not conceived until six months later, and even then, it was only a red-finned offspring. However, despite her status as a Pregnancy Maiden, she was never strong enough to produce black-fins. I smiled calmly. "Then, I wish you many children and a long life, dear sister." I was not upset. Not in the least.

From being abandoned by my fiancée, to being attacked online, to getting kicked out by my landlord. I spoke through tears, my voice breaking more than once, on the edge of collapse. The man, Draven Charlton, listened quietly the whole time without interrupting me. Only after I finished did he slowly slide a blank sheet of paper and a pen toward me. "Write the word 'OK.'" My hand trembled as I picked up the pen. On the paper, I wrote the two letters that had destroyed everything, then handed it back to him, hoping, almost begging, for an answer, one that could somehow save me.

“My name is Zlata Phoenix. I am twenty-four years old. I'm a healer... and the King’s chosen mate.” Dr. Campbell nodded understandingly, writing a few more notes before offering another encouraging smile. “Zlata, let’s approach this from a different angle. If you could wave a magic wand right now and change one specific thing by the time we finish our work together, what would that look like?” Change something? I didn't want to change the life I was building now. But if I could truly change the past...

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.

I said as we listened to the two adults bickering down the hall as Dave finally caught Trish, "Same, but our parents are too worried about money and their images," Dime replied rolling her eyes at the thought of our parents, "But they could have still loved us," I replied in a small voice as Dave and Trish walked back to my room and heard Dime and I conversing, "That is true they could have loved us, but they chose to love their money and fame more than their own children. If we had Dave and Trish as parents our lives would have been so different, we would be different," Dime confessed as she looked at me with a small smile,

These time, my body was on fire, I was sweating, like a pool of ocean, the intensity of the heat almost made me break the bed apart and leave the bedroom, to reap them into two, "Hallaaacemuuuuiiiiuuum, aaaaapppeaaarr" And in that instant, I broke the bed, my body on fire, the heat surged through me, letting a terrible scream to rip off through my mouth, I was strong, instead to be weak and scared, and it surprised the shit out of me, without staring at my self through in the mirror, I knew my eyes was a blazing fire, a fire to destroy, but to destroy what, to destroy them, but I was never a destroyer, I was a meek, lowly girl, but now, meek girl has been changed to something else, I looked