Novel & Cerita Born Again Krabs/i Had An Accident

the fact that I felt like I had something to prove to myself for a while after the accident that left me incapable of jerking off for half a year alone, and after that it just kind of got a habit, being the rebound guy. To which she, 'Rebound guy?', and I, 'Yes, you know, the guy women pick up in a bar when they're still all torn up about the asshole who just left them, then have great sex with for one

Blake grabbed the egg and placed it to the side; they had one more to go. “AGHH, YOU FUCKER, WHEN DID I SIGN UP FOR THIS SHIT? YOU____ARE____NEVER_____TOUCHING____ME____AAAAGGGGGAAAAAIIINNNNN!” Koran screamed as the last of the eggs were given birth. “SIGH, SIGH, SIGH____FUck the Phoenix, will it always be like this? I’ll never give birth again.”

"I’m broken. But I’m here now. I’m ready to come home. I forgive you, Sabrina." The room gasped. "You forgive me?" Sabrina repeated, her voice rising in disbelief. "Yes," I nodded frantically. "I forgive you for leaving. I know I made a mistake with Zara, but I was tricked! I was a victim! But I’m willing to put it behind us. We can start over. We can raise the baby together. I’ll be a good father." I reached for the hem of her dress. "Don't touch me," she hissed, stepping back so fast she almost knocked over a mannequin.

the CLICKING sounds . of many joints . . . and how relieved I’d felt upon awakening to see my two withered, twisted and crippled legs instead of . . . two two crippled legs instead of many? Remade in His Unknowable image A brief vision shimmered before my eyes. Bobby’s been healed. Of bulbous, reptilian eyes bulging underwater and puckering, white-pink gills. A wave of nausea rolled over me, clenching my stomach. My head spun. I licked my lips and tasted sour bile in the back of my throat.

Cracker stared at each other silently. "I-I just woke up out of a coma...he said I can go home? I can just get up and leave? What about--they drilled a hole in my head!" Mr. Cracker shrugged. "Mister, this ain't right. This ain't right at all." Mr. Cracker was nodding his head in agreement.

Angelo Cruz POV I slowly opened my eyes and saw Kristina, she was prepping dinner. It smelled like crab and corn soup, I scoffed, damn this feels nostalgic. It's what I would always eat whenever I get sick when I was younger because- My thoughts were cut off as Kristina says, "Because crab is yummy and corn helps you improve your vision to find me!" I was surprised. That was what exactly she says when we were younger, how would Kristina know that? Kristina blushes as she realizes what she just said, "Ah, sorry, force of habit."

“Eat. You haven’t had anything all day.” I sat and ate, hungry and grateful. We ate in silence, and when we were done, he cleaned up and threw the trash away. He returned and cleared his throat. “So... why are you doing all this?” I knew this was coming. But how could I tell him the truth? That I died and came back? Who would believe me? I wouldn’t believe myself. The memories flooded in.pain, betrayal. I’d promised myself I wouldn’t cry, but here I was, tears streaming down my cheeks in front of Richard.

I also knew that their genitals would be stuck together due to a sex toy they used. In my past life, I was notified while Emma operated on them—the scene overwhelmed me so much that I passed out on the spot. I had just regained consciousness when Logan—who had a successful surgery—claimed that I had contributed little to our marriage and threatened that I would get nothing if I divorced him. In this life, I was determined to let Logan experience what it was like to be threatened with an assetless divorce. Just as I had expected, the ambulance siren blared, and Logan and Yvonne were rushed into our hospital's ER, their screams of panic and fear breaking the silence of the late-night ER.

Just darkness. And then I woke up. Not to smoke or ashes, but to silk sheets and candlelight. My body was whole. My breath steady. When I raised my hands, they were smaller, unscarred, untouched by fire. A mirror stood across the room, and the face staring back at me was mine… yet younger. Softer. Alive. I looked fifteen again I had been given another chance. And this time, I would not burn alone.