Third Lifetime Novels & Stories

At the top of the high green hill lay my parents, and beside them was me. And beside me, there was a tiny grave. That was my tiny child's home. He hadn't had the chance to come to this world. Winston carefully hid in the corners the entire time, watching the others put me into my grave. After three years, I was finally able to leave this place where I experienced love and hate. Winston cried with tears all over his face. "Aryanna, I'm sorry..." I felt my soul dissipating a little bit. The last image before I could remember was Winston signing the agreement to donate his remains.

“O-Of-Of course not!!!” Noah: "Oh. Great! Sign me up!" ╰(*°▽°*)╯ Black: “…” ‘I did not see that one coming.’ Actually, Noah’s bad opinion of this organization aside, an ability to live multiple lifetimes while visiting all kinds of different places did sound nice. Even if those places were filled with zombies. More so, there might be potential rewards, he has nothing to lose, and most importantly…! …the only alternative is reincarnation… (눈_눈)

“That was me, dear North. I underwent the Mezaliss stage. When we reach the end of our lifecycle, we regenerate and renew again.” She was stunned by the news and turned almost accusatory eyes on Orin. “Does this mean you’re going to live forever?” “Not likely if you keep glaring at him like that,” said Eli with a hint of snark. After she glared at Eli, she returned her attention to Orin. “Well?”

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

And all of that made it worse in the head from ever getting to hold back my hate towards him. But for five years, five motherfucking years, I’ve been trying to have him thrown off his position as CEO. Wanting nothing more than to ruin my father’s plans of turning the family business into a deep illegal business that could make us the world’s richest and most powerful family. And for five years I’ve managed to fall short every single time.

My birthday was in a few days to come. I was really looking forward to it. It has been four years since I celebrated my last birthday. I never thought too much about it since I was still rebuilding my life so I didn't see it as a big deal when I didn't celebrate it but memories of how I always did it kept ringing in my mind. I promised to start celebrating again since I was stable enough for now. I also knew I had Ken who supported me fully, my son and few friends I have made.

"The company papers are in my safe. Your birthday is the password. Just make sure you don't lose control of the family business. Trust your husband but don't give him too much power. He's just a nouveau riche in the end." Mia's girlish eyes suddenly turned into a cold look, similar to her grandmother's. The machines warned that the end of Arthur Brown's life was coming, but this time, neither Mrs. Brown nor Mia cried. They just stayed with him until he passed away. Now Mia would make sure that her grandfather's efforts were enough to save his estate, and she would seal his heart so that no one would take from him what was rightfully his.

If Dylan insists on keeping me in the sea for 10,000 years, if Dylan can really let me live for 10,000 years, then I will never see anyone on land again. Francis, Julian, and Elroy, they'll live another 800 years at best, and Caleb, Carolina, Brandon, and Austin, they'll live another 80 years at best. Probably, the last time I met with them may be goodbye forever. In this sad mood, I found that I didn't hate Brandon and Austin all that much. In the time dimension of 10,000 years, 80 years seems so short, so short as to be negligible. I don't want to be stuck alone in my hatred of them for 10,000 years after they're all dead. That would turn me into a pathetic monster as stubborn as Dylan.

I have to go abroad, and Laras lives in Indonesia. ... After three years there, I returned to Indonesia. There is no intention to return to see Laras. Oh, yes, Niar was my ex when I was in high school. But Gunawan doesn't know that. Sisca knows. Only he wouldn't tell anyone. I did meet Niar again abroad, but there was no chemistry whatsoever. Meanwhile, even with Laras, I had no hope. Our relationship ended just like that, without my having the chance to say goodbye at that time.

We have been through so much to get here. I was walking down the passage to Friedrich’s office when Fynn came up from behind and folded his arms around my abdomen. It was strange to think that I was a grandma who was pregnant again! I guess it was one of the perks of living forever. I could have children even at the age of five hundred and it would be considered normal, but I wanted this one to be our last. We didn’t have to worry that if I died all supernatural creatures would die with me anymore, but we still worried that I would die giving birth. Not as much as we did before, but we still do.