A Thousand Times Over Novels & Stories

I was a stickler for rules. When I was in elementary school, we were supposed to vote for class president, but the teacher simply appointed the principal's daughter instead. Hence, I followed the school rule that whoever received the most votes would win and brought all 42 students to the principal's office to hold a proper vote. After I started working, my boss handed me a 1,500-dollar invoice and told me to claim 15,000 dollars in expenses. I told him that wasn't allowed under company policy, but he said that, in this company, the boss' word was the only rule that mattered. "You need to learn to be flexible," he claimed. "Otherwise, the company may as well replace you with someone more obe

"Alright am so sorry, for shouting at you but I think that you will need to try again" "Just test this last chance again okay? Are we clear...?"

I called and she turned to face me. "How many times have you died?" I asked, curious. "Ummm, let's see," she drew her fingers out, counting and I watched her silently. "I think I've died approximately a hundred times so far." “A hundred times?” I repeated in disbelief. What the fuck!

Teresa had sent the message at 11:15 pm, and Silas had replied within the same minute. For a moment, time seemed to have stopped. Silas froze and blinked stiffly. Then, a wave of indescribable embarrassment and regret washed over him. It was as if a bucket of freshly boiled water was poured over his head, scalding him from the scalp all the way to his feet. "Fuck," he muttered a curse of despair under his breath. He tossed the phone onto his desk and buried his face in his hands. He had just sent an instant reply.

I forced back the tears in my eyes and the vomit rising in my throat. ‘It’s fine,’ I told myself quietly. ‘With that, all 99 coupons have been used up. ‘I’m leaving you for good, Leonard.’

What? "He took over your body for a few minutes, Za," said Keanu again with a worried tone. The guy took a deep breath and massaged his temples. “You even hurt Kenzo. Before he took over your body, you fainted from the attack. Be honest with me, how many times a day can you get attacked?"

He was enjoying what he was seeing and the ecstasy that flowed within his blood stream could not be explained. “I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, ooh I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it I love it, I love it, I love it”.

"Ah, a very familiar feeling, looks like I'm alive again, I must've done something terrible to the gods to be punished like that. How many times has it already been, how many lives have I lived?. I've lost count 30? 60? It doesn't even matter anymore" ********

Donald Seated at the board meeting, I keep my eyes on the screen as John, my manager is delivering a power point presentation on growth projections. His voice is drowned in the background as my mind is caught up in the call I had just ended. “You are to deposit a thousand dollars in cash and we had over your envelope, your secret is safe with us and we act like all this never happened” A hoarse voice spoke through the phone. Unrecognizable “How do I know I can trust you, this is not a set up”

Provocatively, she said, "This necklace isn't worth much, Hilary. There's no need to get mad at me." I frowned slightly. I hadn't even bothered with getting mad. I had many necklaces like hers, but I didn't like any of them. "You shouldn't be so petty, Hilary," Arnold admonished me, assuming that I was unhappy about it. "Don't overthink it." I found all that ridiculous. Sighing, I said, "I'm not mad. Really. You're the ones who shouldn't overthink it." Arnold seemed surprised, judging by his gaze, and he remained suspicious. "That'd be great."