Resetting Life Novels & Stories

she went to the logout key and clicked on it so fast like nothing matters on F******k again. Few minutes later, she was on bed trying to get herself to fall asleep but all she found herself doing was tossing on bed. She plugged in her handsfree to watch movies but it got annoying when all the movies on her phone just talks about love and lost love, she went to her gallery to check pictures but nothing interest her at that moment, before she realizes what was going on she was already on F******k again. She at first resisted herself from clicking on the friend request box, but it was too late she already did. There was another one, she saw the green dot that shows the person was online then sh

Vanessa coldly responded, "Everything you did was your own choice. What does it have to do with me? You told me to follow you for a better life, but now you're a sinking ship. Why should I stick around?" The last time I met Quintus to discuss the division of assets, I brought up these rumors. He looked embarrassed. "There's nothing much to say. I misjudged her." Then, he looked at me with a trace of hope. "Giselle, can we start over?" "Is my attitude not clear enough?" I asked. I had given the pastries he brought to the cleaning lady in my building. The flowers had been picked up by a friend since I was allergic to pollen.

"I'm sorry, Caitlyn. I had misunderstood you. I couldn't marry you in this life, but if there's a next life, I'll marry you as soon as I can." She rolled up her sleeve, revealing a new tattoo. It was a photo of us from when we were together. Through her tears, she said, "It's okay. I’ll never forget you. In the next life, I'll wait for you to marry me." Now free of attachments, I felt lighter. Slowly, I began to lose control over my form, and I realized my time in this world had come to an end. For the first time, I felt true peace. It was as if I was showing the living that death was not the end of life, but rather, the beginning of a new journey.

Every kind of rot ended up in my mentions. Mason, by sending Maya first, had picked up a fan club. People said he had separated himself from his wife in the field, that he had not let personal life interfere with the job. People said he had handled it with grace. He had traded my child for a halo. I was the maniac woman every comment section in the country was throwing rocks at. I gripped my phone hard. I had lost the baby this time too. I had not been able to stop that. But this time I had walked into it knowing what was going to happen.

Unstable. “You cannot leave,” the figure says. “We’re not staying,” I fire back. “Your connection will be extracted.” My grip on Leon tightens. “No.” “It is necessary.” “It’s not happening.” The figure’s gaze sharpens. Colder now. More focused. “Then you will be reset.” The word hits harder than anything else. Reset. Erase. Start over. “No,” I whisper. Leon steps slightly forward. Not pulling away from me. Still connected. Still aligned.

I lifted the glass of water in my hand and clinked it lightly against his. “Here’s to a successful partnership, Mr. Caspian.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, stretching our shadows across the room. Each of us stood in our own corner, like two polite strangers sharing the same space. Outside, the city glowed brightly in the night. Only then did I truly feel that I had been given a second life. In this life, I only wanted one thing: to use the Falcone family’s resources to earn enough money to stand on my own and then walk away from all of this for good.

In the end, the system gave in. It told me that by forcibly changing the mission, even if I completed the new one and returned to the real world, I would only have 30 years left to live. I originally had 60 years, but as long as I didn't have to be Caroline's lapdog, sacrificing 30 years of my life would be well worth it. Since what had already happened couldn't be undone, my marriage to Caroline remained intact, and my missing fingers couldn't be restored.

We weren't just fighting for our lives; we were fighting for the right to be human in a world designed to be a lie. The white light of the reset hit us, but this time, it didn't feel like an ending. It felt like a reboot. And as my vision faded into the static, I held onto the feeling of Dominic’s hand in mine, knowing that somewhere, in some version of this world, we were already waiting to meet each other again.