Oh God Not Again Novels & Stories

Translator – Yue This time, he called her name again in real life, not in his past life memories. His eyes moved in the dark but couldn’t see anything. Since there was no response, Ivan’s faith started vanishing. He was too late, again. Did he repeat his past life mistakes? Was it foolish to bring her back to life again, just to let her die again with the same anguish…? Creak…

“I’m sorry, Alicia. I can’t change the past, but I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right. Please, just give me a chance. I don’t care how long it takes. I’ll fight for you, for Caleb, for us.” A tear slipped down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, furious at myself for letting him affect me. No. I couldn’t let him in. Not again. “You can’t win me back with promises,” I said, my voice cutting through the air like a blade. “You lost that right a long time ago. And you’ve lost your chance to be Caleb’s father. You don’t get to come back into our lives just because you’ve had a change of heart. You made your choice.”

I added it when I remembered about that. “You are right, Mr. Lombart. Two pregnant women with the same gestation period, thrown in the sea at the same time. This is a way too perfect coincidence.” He remarked, sounding agitated and apologetic at the same time. I felt bitter because we had leads, but we were still at the same place. “Good night, Chris. Take a good rest. Tomorrow is a big day for us.” I instructed while bidding the farewell. “Good night, Mr. Lombart.” He also bid the farewell, and we hung up.

My time had ceased to be my own. Not anymore. From now on, I would live for myself. ... After an exhausting, sweat-drenched game, my friends and I sat on the benches, gulping down water. One of them, half-joking, said, "We thought you'd ditched us for good after getting a girlfriend. We were ready to stop inviting you." I apologized quickly. "Sorry about that. I won't let it happen again. Call me anytime." "That's more like it," another one said, grinning. "Come on, let's hit the internet café for a few rounds of games."

"I'm not looking for pity. I walked four hours in a downpour yesterday, from the graveyard to the city. I was exhausted and burning up. That's why I collapsed. If I had a choice, I'd rather your attention never land on me again." She had already suffered enough because of him. Noah froze. His hand fell away, and something flickered in his eyes. "You… You walked back?" She thought, "What does it matter now?" Justine pulled her gown back into place and lay down again, pulling the blanket up to her chin. At that moment, Gavin burst into the ward, his voice sharp with irritation. "Dad! Why are you still talking to this freak? Ms. Gilbert's been waiting forever!"

For a split second, a flicker of hesitation crossed her face before she stiffly said, "I'll let it slide this time. Make sure it doesn't happen again, or else—" Her words were cut off by her phone ringing in her pocket. The screen lit up with the word "Everest". Her fleeting hesitation instantly vanished as she flung me off, stood up, and answered the phone in an urgent voice, "Everest? Are you feeling sick again? I'm coming right now!" As she turned to leave, I called out, "Bianca." She paused and impatiently looked back. "If one day you find out the truth and realize you were wrong, will you ever regret this?"

Chapter 5 No grand entrance needed - that's already good enough. Back at the hotel, I kept replaying tonight's banquet in my mind. Nola had prepared everything for my fresh start, and I was truly grateful. Despite the awkward run-in with Cleo, my close friends probably wouldn't notice my embarrassment anytime soon. My phone kept flashing - I'd forgotten I'd put it on silent. "Hello, Mrs. Morgan. Mr. Morgan is back and wants soup. You know I can't make it taste like yours." It was Indigo, our housekeeper.

"OI! WAIT ME! ARGGHHH!!" Grrrrrrr!! I SWEAR, I HATE THE HAPPY THREE FRIENDS

And I realized I liked that gaze very much—and the person behind it even more. I started the car again. In the rearview mirror, Samantha finally picked up the shredded ticket and limped away into the street corner. Snow began to fall. Celine turned on the heater, and soft Christmas music played through the car speakers. I pressed the accelerator, watching her face glow gently in the snowlight, and suddenly understood—true rebirth is not revenge, but learning how to plant flowers in the ruins. This time, I could finally say it without hesitation. Goodbye. And never again.

The lift door open and I got in my car then drive away. Letting out a shaky breath, I stop my car. I hit the steering wheel as I scream aloud. Fuck! Fuck! Why it has to be me? Why did god trying to reunite us? I stay there for don’t know how long until I calm myself down. After feeling a little better, I drive back to the base in a hurry before the other woke up.