The Second Life Of Mirielle West Novelas e Histórias

Mirrie bit her lip, and mentally ran through everything that she’d packed. Her small backpack held her ID, money, and a change of clothes, and everything else was in her battered rolling suitcase. Not that it was much: Mirrie had decided to travel as light as possible. She looked around now, spotted her cell phone on the sofa. Working quickly, she removed the SIM card, and then cut it into tiny pieces. She left them and the phone on the coffee table, next to the envelope of money for her landlord. She’d buy a burner if she needed to, not that she'd have anyone to call once she settled into her new life. She had resolved to not even contact Spider. She was sure Shane would be all over the poo

Hundreds of pack members held their breath, waiting for the sacred moment. Everything was exactly as it had been in my past life. But I knew the truth. This honor was a mask for a lifetime of lies. I had died once before. Murdered on a cold winter night by the very boy I had raised as my own son. The feeling of my bones snapping, my soul tearing from my body… the memory was still raw. Now, the Moon Goddess has given me a second chance. I was back, just before my official mating ceremony with Aiden.

The fire cracked in the hearth, casting shadows like wolves across the walls. Her second life had begun. And this time, the hunt was hers.

"What concerns you, concerns me. But next time, let me handle it. This is too... bloody." Too bloody? I had merely held a mirror up to her own sins. She deserved every bit of this. It was nothing compared to the torment she had inflicted on me in our last life. Hazel lay moaning, barely conscious on the stage. I stepped forward and calmly wiped the blood from her lips. "Well, Hazel? Did you like the 'big gift' I prepared for you?" "You bitch!" she shrieked, summoning a final surge of strength to lunge at me. "I'll kill you!"

“I already bared my soul more than I ever planned to in one lifetime.” “Like learning more,” Mirra said. “There are records of beings like this. Parasites that feed on discord. We were never meant to fight blind.” Selene’s mouth curved. “I think that’s the closest I’ve ever heard you come to saying you want to go to the library.” Mirra shot her a dry look. “Don’t tell anyone.” Despite everything, Ronan felt a short laugh escape him. The sound felt strange in his chest, like he’d forgotten how to make it.

Your near-perfect life is too expensive a dream for Maia. Unconsciously, tears streamed down Ruby's face. Maia's anger at Ruby's poor life choices made her furious, wondering why a woman as stupid as Ruby would throw away the life Maia desired. ‘Because this is a gift from God, I can't possibly waste it. Rest easy up there, Ruby. Look at me, who will be the perfect wife in this second life,’ Maia concluded, muttering to herself. Now she smiled softly as she took Mariana's hand, "Okay," she said briefly.

"You need to be more sensible, Elvira." I spent my entire past life being sensible. I was sensible enough to marry the man the family had chosen for me. I was sensible enough to put up with his abuse. I was also sensible enough to play the part of a happy wife. However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life.

“We go together. All three of us. Once my leg holds.” “One week,” I say. “Then we hunt.” Cleric picks up the first ledger. Flips it open. “The first name is Miri. Age six when she was sold. She’d be sixteen now. Sold to Red River.” Six. Rage, cold and clean, settles in my chest. “We start with Miri,” I say. “And we don’t stop until every name is crossed off.” Alaric’s hand tightens on mine. Cleric nods.

she said aloud, to no one, her voice sounding strange and small in the dusty quiet. Miriel Aurora had been a healer. A slave. A woman with no family Aeloria had ever heard named, no history beyond the small, careful stories she'd offered her daughter before her death. There was no reason a dead Luna from thirty years ago should share anything with a woman who'd spent her whole life scrubbing floors and setting bones in a pack two territories away. And yet. Aeloria reached up, without entirely deciding to, and touched her own cheekbone, then the painted one, comparing angles that made no logical sense to compare.