My Second Life As An Idol Novels & Stories

He shook his head lightly, muttering to himself: "Impossible... She's long dead. How could she possibly be this person before me? I must kill her..." Isaiah's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. The aura around him surged uncontrollably, distorting the air. His gaze at Amelia was filled with such intense killing intent that it was almost tangible, as if he would rush onto the stage and tear her to pieces at any moment! He could not stand being trampled underfoot, used as a stepping stone for someone else's rise. Even if... that person was her, Isaiah would never allow it! In his previous life, he had stayed by her side long enough, unable to leave even if he wanted to. Now,

He only nodded, offering his arm. Evelyn hesitated, then placed her hand lightly against him, her mind a whirl of fear and thrill. To walk out into the world as “Celeste” while her true self pulsed beneath the surface, what kind of disaster was she courting? As they stepped forward together, the moment with Ònààrà felt like a fragile secret already slipping through her fingers. The door closed behind them with a soft echo.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to protect you. I’m sorry I wasn’t enough. I feel cursed, that everything I touch turns to loss. First Jasmine and now it’s you… How many people does the goddess want to rip from me?” I bent down to rest my forehead on the ground, and my whole body shook with it. “Why does death continue to toy with me? Is there something I did wrong in my second life? Is this what the goddess planned on giving me as a second chance at life? Is this my punishment?” The silence that came along crushed down on me, smothering. “I promise you,” I said through the raw sound of my voice, “I won’t allow anymore innocent lives lost. Not if I can stop it. Even if that sacrifices me inste

I almost want to remain hidden in this city and live out my days in silence. This is my second life. At the very least, I want to enjoy this life with the power bestowed upon me by god, and I also want to experience it in my own way, without being tied to anyone or anything. Sometimes, I wish I could experience life as an innocent person, traveling the world and spreading kindness without being burdened by any trace of hatred. But I suppose that's also an odd way of life, an innocent person who is aware of their naivety. "Whatever... it seems I should just make a note of the people who might lose their lives before me."

I awoke, not in the afterlife, but in the crucible of a second chance. The memory of that fateful day lingers, a haunting blend of joy extinguished and betrayal endured. The coronation, more akin to a cursed wedding, marked the genesis of my journey. A journey fraught with the echoes of the past, a relentless pursuit of redemption, and an unwavering resolve to reclaim what was rightfully mine.

Why did the moon goddess have to mate me to the same Wolf that made my first life a living hell? “You look beautiful. I knew you would like the dress.” He complimented, his breathe landing on my face. I was vibrating with anger. My temperature was rising. All the words he was saying started to sound distant and with time I heard nothing, just his mouth moving. The whole place was reeling slowly. Suddenly I was back there, in the hallway of that same school. ****

"Why do you care? I'll wear whatever I want, mister! And you even look like you have cancer, did I care about your clothes?" "I don't want people to recognize me," he said in a low voice. "You know that everyone already know about us. I'm having a hard time riding a jeep, or even commuting without a disguise." "I'm here for the deal, not for your idol life." I rolled my eyes. "Start discussing our deal now, Mr. JD." He chuckled. "Okay, okay. Patience, babe." "Shut up," I snorted. He chuckled. "Yeah, yeah." He sat up straight. "First, I want to say sorry because I dragged you into this problem. I just really need to do that so they won't see me and flock to me."

he sighed. "Isn't that enough? Your mom and dad?" "I just sometimes want to go back and change some things. Sometimes I wish I hadn't become an idol in the first place. Everything would've been different." there was uncertainty in his eyes. "People think about that quite often. Regrets. But there is always a reason why things happen their way. There is always something we get in this way. For you, can you imagine a world without your members? If you had chosen any other way would you have met them? No, trust me, things happen for a reason." I said.

“Yes! From today, Gabriel, you’re our son!” That’s when I realized. I, who had worked myself to death, had finally died. And. ‘Thank you God Jesus Buddha Zeus!’ The deity who took pity on this gave me a second life! Hallelujah! * * * Unlike my previous life as a complete orphan sitting on a pile of debt, my second round of life was extremely comfortable. “Gabriel, is there anything you want to eat?” “Anything you want to have?” “Is there anything you want to do?”

"Clean up your appearance. You'll embarrass me if you look so shabby!" I smiled bitterly in my heart. "Understood." I knew that the Porters looked down on me. Whenever we returned to the Porter residence, I would be bombarded by their relentless insults. Vincent, the illustrious president of Porter Corporation, was excellent from every angle. I was the only dark spot in his perfect life, forcing him to endure his relatives' mocking. However, he was also the one who chose to marry me. If I could turn back time and get another chance, I'd definitely refuse to marry him.