Third Lifetime Novels & Stories

"Twelve lifetimes." She thinks about the figure at the edge of every death she has ever died and the interpretation she built around it across three years of research and the specific way that interpretation just shifted and what it means that she has been reading his presence as threat when it was the opposite and she has twelve lifetimes of dying in which she could have understood that and didn't. "Open the document," she says. He looks at it on the console between them.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.

Jinyan’s hand moved to his chest, his fingers hovering over the concealed interface beneath his ribs. "Panni, listen to me," he rasped, his eyes swimming with a devastating, hopeless love. "The Fourth Generation... the life inside you... it’s the only thing they can't replicate. It’s the update. If they get you, the cycle starts again. For another hundred years. I have to break the connection."

As for what comes after that, who knows? Perhaps, our brand is not destroyed, it can help us resolve the issue in the meanwhile. But what happens after a few months or a year? What if he gives in to the allure of the casino and finds himself once again drowning in debt, this time with the prospect of yet another failed business venture looming over him? That faulty cycle would simply keep repeating itself! When I was about to reach the door of my room, mom held my arm which stopped me from walking further.

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.

"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.