Oh God Not Again Novels & Stories

Izzy and Shirly went out with their familys but promised to be here before the clocks strikes 12. I fished out my phone and saw that Greg has a message. " If I pass the board exam,promise me you'll be my girlfriend again. Deal?". I've been looking at the screen of my cellphone for a couple of minutes already, reading his message over and over but can't come up with a reply. I have doubts. What if he'll end up hurting me agin for the nth time? Does he really loves me that's why he wants me back... or he just needs me---again?

Shame clawed at her insides, keeping her silent as she ended the call. She let the phone slip from her hands and rattle to the floor before lowering her face into her hands and sobbing. “Not again, God. Please, not again.”

I'm happily digging into a hot dog by the roadside when, sure enough, I spot my girlfriend, Jennifer York, in Felix Kenner's latest post. The caption reads, "You make the best medicine." After being stood up by Jennifer so many times, I've long since stopped caring. If anything. I'm starting to think I should break up with her as soon as possible and let the two of them be together.

Still, nothing happened. Minutes passed, the silence heavy. My body began to tremble—not with power, but with frustration. “I’m sorry, okay?” I finally burst out, my voice cracking. “I’m sorry that I’m not doing it right. Maybe I can’t do it. Maybe it was just an accident.” “It wasn’t an accident,” Elijah growled, his voice cold and firm. “And you know that.” I looked at him, my throat tightening as I tried to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. “Then why can’t I do it again?”

Pacin' through the, the back of my mind Maybe you've been a storm all this time A hericane A hericane Stop all this sin Be born again If you want to, if you want to 'Cause our home's a wreck, look at this mess You blame it on disobedience But I think it's time, time you realized You're the one --- Oh, come on! What is that shit that hit my head? It kind of hurt and I swear that isn’t cool. As I open my eyes and wear off my earphone, I saw a girl standing in front picking up the notebook that hit my head. How the hell did that book fly to me? “Opss sorry” she sarcastically said.

Hating myself for it. I break away before I can lose myself, gasping. "This is fucked up." "Yeah." Tristan’s rasping too. "We're in a church." My voice cracks on the word. He glances at the altar, the cross looming in shadows. "God's not watching anymore." Something about the way he says it—flat, certain—makes my skin prickle. I wipe my lips, the ghost of his tongue lingering in my mouth. "We should go." "Before someone sees us." He pulls his shirt back on. "And starts screaming to God about blasphemy."

"I'm sorry..." I now seem to have become a stone. It's like my brain has a short circuit. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry... It's like a broken plaque that repeats itself in my mind. Sometimes this annoys my brain. The desire to repeat! But is that true I heard? He's saying sorry? Cayden the great? Sorry? Is it just a dream? Or maybe I'm losing my mind because I'm hearing nothing else?

Hey bhagwan bacha lena mujhe itni jaldi nahi marna hai. (Oh God, please save me, I don't want to die so soon.)

“Be with someone who really cares about you.” “Yeah, yeah,” Vanessa said and forced a smile like Amber could see it. “Thank you. But I wish you waited until tomorrow to tell me. It’s Sunday and—” She chuckled “—You’re ruining God’s day for me.” Amber laughed. “Vanessa, every day is God’s day.” Vanessa laughed too, despite herself, and then she laughed some more, hard, for reasons she did not understand, until her guffaws finally died out when her migraines struck her. She winced.

I was hoping that I could meet him again. "Just wait Mr Stranger, maybe we meet again some day and I can make it up to you. I misunderstood you and I feel bad saying all those bad words to you. Just once god, give me a chance to meet him once again." I prayed to god and closed my eyes. I didn't even realised when I drifted to dreamland.