Deja Vu Lex Novels & Stories

This makes it easy for car-pooling since we live across the street from each other. Dean works nights at the bakery, making sure all orders are filled and the inventory is up to date. His pot belly gives me the sneaking suspicion that he's sneaking the day old pastries from the discount shelf. Living next to them is Elora and Keenan Gibs, they are a portly but joyful couple who love gossip as much as they love the discounted pastries at Clara and Dean's bakery. They both have blond hair and hazel eyes and constantly talk about how they've been trying to conceive for the last five years with no success.

At any rate, they as a rule refocused the following time. "No." Laura demanded unyieldingly one evening, during one of their forceful Scrabble games, they were perched on the floor with the board put on the low foot stool between them. "I thoroughly challenge that word! Lexiquon isn't a word, Alejandro and you know it." "Obviously it is." He gestured merrily. "You're testing it since you don't believe that I should have the extra focuses and the two triple word scores!" "Obviously I don't." She concurred brutally. "200 and 75 focuses for a made up word? Never going to occur! I'm not running a cause here..."

“Déjà vu.” Napakunot-noo ako, dahil naalala ko na inisip kong ‘yon nga ‘yon, pero hindi ba’t kapag déjà vu, ibig sabihin, nangyari na sa ‘yo na naulit lang? From the word itself. Kung ita-translate ko sa english ang French word na déjà vu, ang ibig sabihin ay already seen. Pero paanong magiging déjà vu ‘yon kung ngayon lang nangyari sa akin? Alam ko sa sarili kong hindi naman naulit, pero yung pakiramdam na nangyari na rin sa akin noon, parang totoong-totoo.

just my imagination? "A-Alqamar?" I called him. He looked away but I still stared at his eyes. It's now dark gray eyes. Why does it feel so familiar? The way his eyes turned gold and go back to its normal color. Is it my hallucination again? It's dejavou. Its already happened a long time ago. "Go to your house Lexis," he said huskily. I bit my lower lip and nodded. "Thank you...for the ride," I said and open the door of his car. I glanced at him and he's now staring at his steering wheel while breathing ragged.

Executives from both the Moreau Logistics Company and Harrington Luxury Watches sat around the massive table, their faces expectant as Deja stood at the front, remote control in hand. Okay Deja, she hyped herself up internally. Act dumb. Real dumb. Like influencer-trying-to-do-math dumb. "Hey y'all," Deja began, her voice wavering slightly as she glanced at the presentation she'd hastily thrown together. She had no idea what any of the logistics jargon meant, but that was perfect for her plan. "So boom—lemme tell y'all what we cookin' up." Trevor visibly flinched and her father looked like he aged six years on the spot.