Begin Again Val Sims Full Novel Novels & Stories

\VALERI’S POV\ “What the hell is that sly woman doing here?” I question myself, befuddled as I trail her with my eyes till she stops in front of the devil itself, Grey Remington. “What the hell are these two manipulative people up to?” I question myself, tempted to go closer to them but I am still so terrified that the two people that caused my death in my past life are appearing in front of me. “Earth to Riri,” I hear Vivian says as she snaps her finger in front of me.

No matter what he's ever been in the past, it wouldn't change the fact that he was a common slave from the White Star Pack in the Redstone region. "Hi Violet, I hope you're good." A strange number sent a text message to me, a few hours after I resumed office. "I miss you so much. I can't wait to see you again." "Who is this?" I replied quickly, turning the pages of the files to check the ones who hadn't been attended to by those whose ranks were lower than mine. "It's someone who loves you so deeply that he can't wait to have something mutual with you." The person responded. I thought deeply before Simon's name came to mind. Could he be trying to play with my mind?

How could I have thought Simon came because he found out I was going through an abortion? His eyes were only for Giara. Even her morning sickness had him this worried. The anesthesia chewed at my thoughts, and I drifted into a scatter of dreams. First was the memory of when we met. Back then, Simon wasn't the all-powerful Don. He was just the overlooked second son of the Rossi family, eager to make his mark and prove his worth. I was the daughter of a mafia family who refused an arranged match and fled home on my coming-of-age night.

he began, but before he could finish, the door to my room burst open. Simone stood there, out of breath and clutching a massive, dusty book. Her eyes were alight with excitement, a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into her features. “I found it,” she said, her voice tinged with triumph. I held up a finger to Xander as if he could see me. “I have to go. I’ll call you back.” Not waiting for his reply, I ended the call and turned my full attention to Simone, who had already dumped the book onto my bed. She flipped it open, scanning the pages with the precision of someone who had spent far too many nights buried in ancient texts.

Realizing that she was treading on dangerous territory, she quickly changed her tone of voice and approach. “Of course not,” she nervously stated. “You owe me nothing. I owe you. It is just that he lay on death’s door for so long and then, when he is finally up and around, instead of being turned into a vampire, he is left as a human and given a laboratory with shiny new equipment. It makes a body curious.”

Fin opened the conference hall door for Marcus. "Master, Mr. Wright is here," Fin informed. Marcus put the phone down on the table and take his seat, "Be seated Mr. Wright," Marcus ruthlessly said without even looking at Tyrant who stood in respect to bow him, meeting started... In Smith's Mansion, Olivia peacefully had her breakfast, Charity fed her spoon by spoon and Alice kept smiling looking at her, "Would you like to have something to eat Alice?" Olivia asked.

I was reborn and sent back to three weeks before the zombie virus outbreak. In my previous life, a zombie virus suddenly broke out in my city on Christmas Eve. The entire city collapsed within two days. I was an orphan. My parents had died in a car accident, and I used their compensation money to open a supermarket. Before the zombie virus spread completely, I built a makeshift shelter inside my supermarket. I took in Victoria Blake, a young woman I admired, out of kindness, but she ended up betraying me.

If you keep acting like a simp, you’ll only make the male lead hate you more. [You have to become a vicious heiress to win your crazy childhood friend’s heart.] [Otherwise, once Gabert turns into a devil, he’ll make anyone he dislikes disappear, including you, crybaby.] My heart trembled. In my previous life, it was because I kept acting like his devoted lapdog that Gabert locked me in a basement and tortured me miserably. Thinking of that, my shoulders trembled with fear, and I quietly sobbed. Seeing my tears, impatience crept up on Gabert’s face.

Before transmigrating into this world, I had read the original novel and knew there was an escape route hidden in the basement. I felt around in the dark, pried open a loose floor panel, and crawled inside. The narrow passageway was choked with dust and cobwebs, but for the first time in years, I felt completely free. By the time I climbed out onto the hill behind the villa and breathed in the fresh air, everything finally clicked into place. Go home? By groveling at the feet of that absolute piece of trash? Screw that. I'd rather flip the entire chessboard than spend another second playing the role of his pathetic little simp.

His leaving now was the result forged by every choice she'd made along the way. Yet Liliana still refused to believe it. She refused to believe he would just slip away without a word, and she still clung to that tiny shred of wishful thinking that even with sins that couldn't be forgiven, he would somehow forgive her one more time. … Simon's First-Person POV To get away from this mess, I chose to move abroad and settle down in a foreign country. Everything here was unfamiliar; I had to start over and learn the rhythms of this place from scratch.