Novel & Cerita I Can't Stop Me Twice

"Do you feel sorry for him?" I shook my head. "No. I just feel like I wasted eight years." He put his teacup down and patted my hand where it rested on the arm of the chair. "Go rest. Tomorrow, you are a De Luca again. No one else's shadow."

Because the moment I start believing in the illusion I create… it will destroy me. Never again. Never. --- LMCD22

"I'm sorry, babe. I was wrong." Jessica stopped in her tracks and eyed me frostily.

She clearly was the one who benefitted the most from having this face. He didn't even make a fuss about that. She, on the other hand, was sulky. Wasn't she trying to have her cake and eat it too? Amber held back her surging emotions. She then said in a neutral tone, "Mr. Jameson will not spare anyone who trespasses The Millennium. "I don't care what your purpose is. All I want is to tell you this—you will have another opportunity as long as you are alive. You can do whatever you want and strike him elsewhere, as long as it's not at The Millennium!

My heart might yearn to meet her and tell her how much I wanted to be with her but I couldn't. I was not willing to have anymore of these conversations with my mother because it only vexed me to my bones and made me feel much of a simpleton for letting such a jewel go. I sprang up and walked to my room. I entered and went for a bottle of liquor. I wished I could get drunk like some other creatures and forget all my problems for a moment but unfortunately I couldn't. I gulped it down in such a fast manner that I finished the bottle in less than ten seconds.

I couldn't tell where my newly found strength arrived from, but I liked it. "Don't stop. Please don't stop." She begged, I heard everything and went as fast as I could. At the back of my head, a nagging voice urged me to stop. Tracy's voice. Why would she want me to stop? I fluttered my eyes open and gazed at her body beneath me, a smirk crossed her face. It was her, she was here with me now. I needed to get that voice out of my head. I tried, but it kept yelling"stop"

But I was his mate, and I’m sure he had already sensed that I was around. “Lord,” I muttered as I watched Cale park his car and angrily walk towards me. “What do you think you’re doing?” he almost yelled at me. I rolled my eyes, “Looking to pick up a hot guy to run away with, what does it look like I’m doing?” He glared at me, “Stop it. What happened?” I waved at my tire, “That.” “You could have called Triple A.” “Thanks, genius,” I muttered, “My phone died.”

Because something inside me— is waking up. And if they don’t stop it— If I don’t stop it— Then the next time I see him— I won’t just hesitate. I’ll remember. And that— will destroy everything.

I can feel the warmth of him like a second layer of air. For a second, I imagine leaning forward. Just once to see if it still feels the same. The thought hits me fully formed and dangerous: Maybe one last time would fix it. Maybe if I let it happen again, properly, deliberately, then it would lose its power. Maybe it would turn into something ordinary instead of this sharp, humming thing under my skin. Like popping a blister instead of walking on it. The idea scares me because it does not sound like a bad idea at all.

"I'll take Hope. I'll raise her to be just like me. Powerful. Successful. Nothing like you." No.... No, no, no. He couldn't take Hope. I had to stop him. I focused all my energy. Every single bit of strength I had left. I had to move. I had to save Hope. Move. MOVE! And then something happened. My finger twitched. Just a little bit. But it moved. I focused harder. My hand moved. Then my arm. "What the—" Blake started. I sat up. My eyes were still closed. I still couldn't see.