[Khalida’s Pet by Kamary Cherry](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07CW3JBFG)
**Description:**
Meagan dies and gets a chance to live again. The only thing is that she has to do favors for Khalida, the woman who gives her this second chance. Will Meagan become happy in this second lifetime? Or will she remain the same?
**Preview:**
Meagan was walking home from the bus stop to her house when she felt a chill. She had stepped into the road while listening to her music as per usual. The young woman didn’t realize that she was even in the way as a car went towards her. She quickly froze and raised her arms up before the impact. As she stood there and waited she realized nothing was happening. She lowered her arms to see that the car had somehow swerved around her.
How surprising. But now there was an audience in front of the car. What were they looking at? She slowly stepped around the car and wondered who they had ended up hitting if not her. As she stepped toward the crowd she used her height as an advantage to peek over someone’s shoulder.
She let out a scream as she saw her lifeless body.
***
“Meagan Hughes. 24. No children. No partners,” The secretary seemed to rattle off. Meagan bristled at the listing of her life. Was that all she was reduced to in death? Children or a life partner?
She stood in the waiting room as others milled about. They were all waiting to be checked in as well. Meagan had no idea where she was headed but she hoped this would be over soon. The door buzzed open and she quickly walked from the waiting room into a hallway.
Once in the hallway there were no other people present as she observed her surroundings. The hallway was bleak and contained no artwork while being poorly lit. The newly deceased thought this was rather depressing and hoped she wasn’t being sent to hell. Even though she didn’t think there was such a thing as heaven or hell.
“Ms. Hughes?” A smooth voice asked. Meagan jumped in surprise as this person seemed to appear out of nowhere. She looked identical to the secretary out in the waiting room.
“Y-yes?” She stuttered out.
“You may come this way, Khalida will see you now,” the bland woman explained as she led her down the hallway.
***
“In death we choose what we want to do. You lived a decent life with no big moral wrongdoings. You have the option of doing what you wish after death. Here are your choices-”
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