Novel & Cerita Live Again

he sounded incredulous. I took a deep breath and began to explain everything to him. "I was murdered in my previous life, Alvis. But then something incredible happened. I woke up again, and I was back. I was given a second chance in life. I had been reborn," I said. Alvis was silent for a long moment, trying to process everything I had just told him. "So you're telling me that you died and then came back?" he asked, his eyes narrowing in suspicion.

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

The old song being played matched the room perfectly. “ Old songs are the best. Deeper meanings.” he said while scanning the CDs. He stood beside me in the left part of the small store. “ Like old souls giving a deeper connection, huh?” I asked and give him a sarcastic look. He shake his head no. “ Old souls are never replaced like songs.” he said. “ They are forever. Forever living or forever dying.”he paused and pat my head. “Forever dying while living.” he continued making me freeze from my position. He's thinking the same way like me. For once in a while again, he made me feel speechless.

Bumigat ang aking paghinga habang dahan-dahan kong inangat ang aking paningin sa kaniya. “Y-You're... alive.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

Just a while ago, I was dying of thinking Albert might be gone. Thinking of him not being in my life is worst than my former timeline. If I woke up now, and I would go back to my old life as the 55-year-old woman, I would hold this moment in my memory until the very end of my breathing.

The wind blew gently caressing our face with the warmth of the late afternoon breeze, a familiar fragrance enters my nostrils it’s been six years since then I haven't heard anything from her but her billion dollar company remains the same and became even more powerful Lu took over it that's what I know after I flew back home to make my dreams come true. "Don't worry, my gramps told me that when two people did not end up together in this timeline, another life will be granted for them," She gave me her toothy grin. "Maybe in some other lifetimes, you will meet her again," I hope so darling, I will be waiting for her, again. **********

To purpose. "You're back," Reaper said. Holding me close. "Really back. Not just surviving. Living. Being you again." "I'm back," I agreed. "Tired. Changed. Different. But back. Still here. Still fighting. Still being family. Still being home." Grace organized celebration. Not for remission. For life. For survival. For family that kept surviving impossible things.

Jesus Christ! And as if on cue, the prayer I’d muttered while I lay dying in a pool of my own blood replays itself loudly in my head. “Dear universe… let me come back again. Let me have another life. Let me take revenge for my family. Take whatever you want from me in return.” Tears blur my vision. It really wasn’t a dream. None of it was. I’ve been given another chance. A second life. However twisted the universe is, it listened to my prayer.

I can regenerate, come back from the dead as though nothing has ever happened. My body will look exactly the same, I will bare no scars of what happened Before my death, it would be as though nothing had ever happened, as though I never died. I didn't realise this until after the car crash, until after I woke up and my parents were gone, I could do nothing to save them. But my cruel curse Ensured that I would live, that I would always live. today was my day off, and I had decided it was time to go out, I have run out of everything, including shampoo and coffee. two things I'd rather not live without.

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d