Live With Yourself Season 2 Novels & Stories

ALL. And there, behind the door with drapes drawn to prevent the incurs of the sun during the day- Just like a vamp will do, a small, portable plasma TV hung to the thinned walls, a stein with red, small cheap wine filled the air and a few inches from the cold dark walls, the soft thud of her heart reminded her that she was living as she lay on her single bed, curled up from the world outside and only peeking to know what was going out there through her TV. Life hadn't been always bad, in fact, it looked like it'd stored up the bad moments like filling up a trash bag only to let all the scum out at once.

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.

Even those people inside the SUV that slammed into us had no survivors based on Aunt Cecille's story. I considered that accident as a huge miracle for me because it is a serious matter and it's not a joke. I am so grateful to God for giving me a second life. Not everyone here on earth is given the opportunity or chance to have a second life that is why we should appreciate the life that we have and make it worthwhile. I can just only see my father and my mother in the pictures and even though I do not remember them because I was still a baby at that time in the pictures, I always felt like I am missing them every day, especially during my special day, my birthdays.

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.

They were expecting me to cry and cause a scene, waiting for me to fall apart like a jilted woman. In my past life, I had indeed done the same. I lunged forward to pull them apart, only to be shoved away by Luca. My head struck the edge of the table. I also ended up marrying him, after which I spent three years living in hell. I took a deep breath, my lungs still feeling the suffocating weight of being smothered in my past life. I suddenly remembered the weight of the pillow on my face, the crazed look of envy in Lia's eyes, and the persistent ache that followed the miscarriage.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

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