Oh God Not Again Novels & Stories

Ezra finally looks at me. “Nothing about this is good.” My phone vibrates on the bedside table. Then vibrates again. And again. I reach for it cautiously. The notifications don’t stop. Messages. News alerts. Emails. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Matteo groans from the couch without opening his eyes. “Please tell me the apocalypse got canceled.” “Something like that.” I unlock the phone. Immediately regret it. Every major news network is broadcasting the same thing. GLOBAL EVENT CONFIRMED

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“Shawn, I’m coming to you with our baby.” … I was back at Shawn’s funeral when I opened my eyes again. My body felt translucent. No one could see me. But it was all right. I was dead now, which meant I could see my Shawn again. I scanned the room and searched for his presence. Finally, I saw him. He was standing beside Jenna. I instinctively rushed toward him. “Shawn, I finally found you! We’re having a baby!” However, my hands passed right through him. Shawn did not seem to hear me. He turned to comfort his grieving parents and said, “Dad, Mom, don’t cry. It’s me. I’m not dead.”

“Don’t tempt me `cause I will pull a trigger if I want to.” “Pull it or I will.” “You must be joking!” Gwa! Gwa! Gwa! Black Jesus was dead! “Why did you do that?” “Making sure that the Owl doesn’t get a chance to get between us, my friend.” I left the building immediately. When I got home, I was all over the room. I couldn’t believe what I did. Black Jesus is dead because of my nagging in things that don’t concern me. I should have known what he meant when he said he doesn’t remember, I should have known my friend`s next move after he told me about his dream. I should have kept quiet after I read the book.

In the afternoon, the sun was bright, and my mood was as clear as the weather. I strolled through the garden of the manor, admiring the blooming roses, contemplating whether to bring some back to Los Angeles and keep them in my apartment. A jarring phone ring broke tranquility. I took out my phone to see Rebecca calling. I instinctively frowned, answered the call. Rebecca's exaggerated voice came through the phone, "Jessica, where on earth are you?" "Get to the point, or I'm hanging up," I said. Ever since Downey's last offense, I've been extremely disgusted with them.

As she passed the threshold, she heard her mom Ebele Johnson scolding her kids “You successfully hacked into someone's private chat and exposed her secret affairs?” She scolded. “We're sorry, grandma, she's a bad woman. She's also mean” Nathan replied, gazing down and fondling with his fingers. “Fine. You are sorry but her engagement has been called off. She'd been with this guy a few years already” Ebele Johnson cautioned. The two boys didn't say anything else. They simply bowed their heads showing total remorse for their deed. They saw their mummy's diary and saw where she wrote her name.

Affection that came late was really worse than nothing. He could have done this when I had an abortion, or after I caught him with Lily over the phone—but not now. Now, I no longer cared and didn't want anything to do with him. Seeing the coldness in my eyes, something occurred to Paul, and he quickly said, "Don't worry—what happened back then won't happen again. I will do this countless times until you say yes. As for Lily…" I hugged Tim's arm and cut him short, "I have a fiance now. Don't bother me ever again."

he cried out miserably. "That's all in the past," I replied. "Do you think that I'd still be willing to marry you after seeing you and my cousin having a fling together?" I sneered and added, "I already told you long ago that I don't want things that have been dirtied, and that's even more true of people!" Perry was mumbling to himself, his eyes red, "Impossible. How can you not want me? You clearly loved me so much that you even died to save me in my past life…"

" I tense at the sound of that all-too-familiar voice. my eyes snapping shut. Oh, great, can this day possibly get any worse?

Juliet “No, no, no, no, no! This is not happening. This is not happening.” I repeat as I gaze down at my abraded hands and scratched-up dirty feet. Is it groundhog day? Am I cursed to live my life repeating the same thing over and over again?