History Repeats Itself As Farce Novels & Stories

Even Cassidy and Holly were trying to disappear into the wall. That was when Connor seem to realize what was happening. He forced a smile and came over to me. "Sophia. I was wrong. Tara fooled me too. Don't hold this against me. "If she hadn't used the deepfake, if it hadn't been so realistic, do you really think I would've believed it? I still love you. Let's get back together. Please." I let out a cold laugh and slapped him. "That's what you owed me. "Now get lost. Who do you think you are?"

This was the first time he had said something like this, and I felt a rush of excitement down my spine, but still, I shoved him hard. “How do I know you are not just bluffing? Just days ago, you were okay with me fucking your son!” Silence. It lingered for a moment, then, “Give me some time to fix this. I have to do things right this time and not repeat history.” I let out a deep breath. “Marco, I’ve heard this ‘repeat history’ so many times. What history are you talking about? Why can’t we just tell Nathan and stop this game play?”

Jones didn't think it was funny so I got sent off to detention as well for unruly behavior and damn, I needed the break from all the shit load of war crimes and historical facts he was there to blab about. Truth be told, history doesn't have to be repeated over and over again for it to be learnt. New history has to be made. Has anyone thought of that yet? Or is it just me that has had enough of these damn silly repetitions. It's becoming boring and all the way annoying. So back to reality of the situation at hand even though it's not exactly one. My legs were fully stretched out in front of me not to mention my relaxed posture against the chair. I let my eyes clenched shut for a moment as th

she inquires stopping to scrutinize my expression. “You know what?” I ask her just to gather my thoughts in one place. “Just like you, I don’t know what this whole time travel episode is all about, neither do I know if every horrible thing that happened to me in my past life will repeat itself but either way, every injustice that I suffered came up as a result of my wedding to Grey Remington so we need to stop this wedding from happening,” I tell Vivian with finality in my voice.

I ask . I was half expecting some kind of flirtatious joke but considering what just happened , it had brought him down as well . He simply nodded in surprise . We laid down as if nothing had happened . After all , what could we have done about it ? You can't do anything about the past . You can only uncover the truth behind it and then regret your lack of power . This is why I've never liked reading about old histories .. about vampires , werewolves .. About how the wars and how millions of people died .

It can't possibly be. On the other hand, I am sure he would be happy to see his little brother again. He couldn't get over his death even though he chose that woman over everything and everyone. Even so, I am afraid that this will be the same. History will repeat itself and we will all have to relive that tragedy. I felt a chill run down my spine.

"And a specific note about the meeting delay? Your acting is too obvious." "Elena, stop playing these games." Caleb stepped closer. "You know how much I hate being tested." "Still this stubborn after two years." His tone was like he was coaxing a child. "Here, let me see your 'fake mark.' It's quite realistic, I'll give you that." He reached out, intending to touch the hair by my neck.

This Chapter contains violence read at your own risk . have you ever died more than once? I know it's impossible for you but not for me because I died three times, the first time I died was when they took my brother away from me, the second time I died was when I left my loved ones, and now I died the third time, it feels like your soul is being pulled out of your body, or maybe it feels as if someone is holding your heart in his hands and in one move they ripped it out of your chest, I watched my loved ones being exploded in front of my eyes and I couldn't do anything, I guess this is the benefit of living in a world like mine because this is what always happens, I watch my loved ones die.

"The exact same way your disgusting father cheated on Matilda with Jaxx's mother all those years ago! It's funny, isn't it?" A bitter laugh escaped me, harsh and humorless. "The great, pristine Sinclair family is just a long, pathetic line of men who can't keep their trousers zipped! History repeating itself like some sick, twisted family tradition! Like father, like son… both of you too weak, too selfish, too entitled to honor the women who loved you!"

I ordered. She scampered off quickly leaving me to myself. I ruffled my hair in exasperation. This has been my routine in the last few years. My life and everything that I have worked for spiraled down the drain like it wasn’t decades of sheer hard work. Just one mistake and people couldn’t forget. They lied about the internet forgetting. My entire life seems to revolve around that tiny mobile.