Oh God Not This Again Novels & Stories

Oh, no. God, please no!

Every attempt to stop my touch only increased my craving. “Aagh…” I moaned as I entered the bathroom. A warm bath might help, but my fingers refused to leave my clit. Halfway to climax under the shower, I heard a loud bang on the door. My main concern was to relieve myself of my sexual urge, but then another bang echoed. I wrapped a towel around myself and rushed to the door, fearing the sound might wake up Alexandra and make her cry. “What?” I paused, thinking it was my ex-husband. “Darling!” Grayson’s voice came through.

Fuck. This isn’t going to end well.

She won’t get away with this. Not again.

My heart was killing me at the moment, I couldn't breathe. Albert opened his eyes, smiled at me then heaved a sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "One. Nine-eleven attacks." My forehead furrowed. What did he mean by one? He kissed the tip of my nose, "Two. Mozilla Firefox," I gasped. I let my brain backtrack from what he was saying. He kissed my cheeks. "Three. Ousting SH. Four, F******k."

“Yes. I won’t do it again.” XXX

This is not happening. ******************************************

I stood on the periphery, forcing a smile that never quite reached my eyes, clinging to my glass of champagne like a lifeline. Later, needing a moment of escape, I slipped out onto the balcony. The cool night air was a relief, its crispness soothing the burn of my cheeks. The city stretched beneath me, its lights glittering like a thousand tiny lies, each one whispering that I would never belong. Tears threatened to spill, but I blinked them away. I couldn’t afford to break down here, not in front of the people who would never understand. But then, voices drifted through the open door, cutting through the silence like a knife. I recognized Ford’s baritone and Julia’s lilting laugh, and my he

Not this time. This ends today.

“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.”