Live With Yourself Season 2 Novels & Stories

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

Wishing she could disappear into the ground, she could only cling to Arnold as he escorted her out of the church in disgrace. I calmly continued the rest of the toasting ceremony, maintaining my perfect composure. Inside, however, I sneered. In my previous life, I survived Arnold’s controlling nature only by being cautious at every step. That was how I managed to secure my place within the Falcone family. Leia, on the other hand, never understood that living a good life was never about who you chose. Since she desperately wants to destroy me, I will no longer endure it in silence.

She wasn’t going to live for others anymore! Even if there was a chance of her running into Zivon and Jenna again by staying here, so be it! She wasn’t backing down anymore! They had already ruined the first half of her life, so she was going to live the second half for herself! It was decided. She was staying here to work…!

I-its just a month since--- "Are you still leaving?" He said while putting wine in the goblet. I honestly don't know what I'm going to do next because my real plan is to live with Manager Nora at least for a week while looking for a job and renting a room. It's just shocking to know that they are no longer here in the country. Now, what will I do? W-what if I accept Mr.Anderson's offer, live here, and work with him? That way, I can save money and support my siblings financially. Then, later on, I'll just look for another place to stay.

I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared.

I searched about the series and found out that it was cancelled after two seasons and she never had any TV series offers, until she auditioned again for other projects, I respect her hustle, but I couldn't respect her as a person. I won’t forgive her for ruining my marriage.

"You need to be more sensible, Elvira." I spent my entire past life being sensible. I was sensible enough to marry the man the family had chosen for me. I was sensible enough to put up with his abuse. I was also sensible enough to play the part of a happy wife. However, I still died despite being sensible in my past life.

They thought I was a paranoid psycho who had been utterly selfish since childhood, believing that once I grew up and saw Jane outshine me in every way—and steal the man I loved—I went on a rampage, willing to do anything to destroy her. Amidst the deluge of comments calling for my death, my parents posted a response from their account. "We'll be sending Yvonne to the mental asylum soon." Then, driven by a desire for followers and online engagement, they started a live stream and headed out with staff from the mental asylum to hunt me down. They looked for me at the university, and when that failed, they checked my part-time jobs. They finally figured out that I was working at the art museum

Let things unfold. The divorce agreement was signed more calmly than I had expected. That day, when I returned home and opened the door, I thought I had walked into the wrong place. The living room had changed. Floral curtains. A secondhand green couch. A folding dining table. Even two boxes of mac and cheese on the table. He had recreated our college rental inside the villa. Preston stood in the middle of the living room, wearing the gray hoodie he used to wear in college. His hair was unstyled, and he looked like he had gone back ten years.

"Med school was a waste on him—he can't even match a vet." As the insults scrolled by like wildfire, I didn't even flinch. I let out a soft chuckle and addressed the camera casually, "Thanks for your attention and support, everyone. Don't forget to like, follow, and tip if you want. Feel free to upgrade to a premium membership." A young doctor suddenly charged at me, knocking my phone to the floor. "Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?"