Romans & histoires Season 2 Of The Ones Who Live

#JOHNSON_JUNIOR 🔞 :Season 2 Episode (5) 🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄🍄

To those who are reading, this story will be revised to meet the requirements of the platform's readers. I am looking to revise the storyline to a more "Westernised" and fast paced realistic environment. For those who have been reading before the story was locked, I hope to keep your attention by improving the storyline. Do hit me up in comments if you are looking forward to this! And sorry for the long wait. In the meantime I have updated my new book Scarlet, which also revolves around a Reincarnation storyline but more modern and with Western environment. I hope you like it!!

“ Thank you for existing.” She held my hand and I noticed how pale and thin her hands are. Her nails are turning yellow, her breath is cold, and honestly, it's making me weak. She's tired...real tired. “ I want to thank you too..” she started and smiled looking at our hands being intertwined. “ You're my other half and you're the one who witnessed everything I've been through before I can finally say..i lived a life. Tim..our life is short..but sadly mine is shorter..I want you to--to live your life and be happy..I'll be looking at you in the clouds.”she said and smiled at me and took a deep sigh before letting her words out.

Kiera chuckled, “The reunion? Yeah, just opened it.” “Good then. You’ll be coming, right? No, no need to ask. You are definitely coming, Kii. I also heard Nicholas and Cristal are coming. Bet that’ll be a scene.” Kiera rolled her eyes even though her friend couldn’t see the look of disinterest and bore on her face. Ignoring her silence, Iris continued, “And oh! Did you notice the tiny print? It says everyone should bring their partners. Yapaoo! This would be a thriller!”

The burly man looked at the screen, his smile widening. "Ah, it looks like our heroes have arrived. Time to see how they fare in the final act." Elena felt a chill as the warehouse doors began to open slowly, revealing an ominous view of the night outside. The sound of approaching footsteps was clear. The fate of everyone was about to intertwine in ways no one could predict, and the final battle was about to begin. . . . . . . . . . TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK TWO.

Chelsey couldn't hide her pain anymore. There might be sadness but this mansion was where her Mom felt complete. Her mother, Carina told her how happy she was to live with the love of her life, her only love, Rouge. "Mom told me that it was the happiest moment of her life, the time we live here together with you Dad," Chelsey embraced her father and pleaded not to sell the mansion. Rouge felt helpless. He had seen how Carina struggled for her life just to save him. Everytime he saw the hallway and their living room, the incident of the crime flashed back.

It was as if he wasn't the one that was going to face death. His parents cried and sobbed so much that they almost went blind, but there was nothing I could do but try and comfort them. Eventually, we ended up growing distant, too. My studies were getting overwhelming, and I didn't even have much time to rest. On top of that, the area I was living in wasn't safe, either. I was stalked multiple times on my way to buy food from the supermarket. After he found out about this, Carl immediately moved in with me.

‎I’m the chosen one. But they never treated me like it. Not even once. And sometimes I wondered why the Moon Goddess let Carissa win the first time. Even when I was her reincarnation. Still, she granted me a second chance. A second breath. A second life. And I’m not throwing that away. ‎Not for Nolan.Not for my so-called uncle. Not even for Theodore. ‎… Or maybe I would No, I won’t. Now isn’t the time to be weak. Or to think about him.

I turned the tablet toward him. On the screen was a photo of a glass incubator. Inside, a tiny, translucent shape was floating in amber fluid. PROJECT HARBINGER: SUBJECT 02. STATUS: VIABLE. "She has another one?" Richard’s voice was a whisper of pure horror. "She has a lab in the city," I said. "And Richard... according to the timestamps, Subject 02 is due to wake up tonight." The ground beneath the estate began to rumble. A low, vibrating sound—not a wolf, but a machine.

He had no right to make me feel anything. I returned home to find Mira asleep on the couch with her teddy bear. I carried her to bed gently and sat beside her, brushing her forehead. “I am staying,” I whispered. “I will not run. Not this time.” Because staying meant watching them crumble. Staying meant seeing the truth unfold. Staying meant getting justice for the girl who died and came back as someone else. The one who was living her second life. Revenge was not a quick thing. It needed patience. And having Aiden near made everything easier. He would not break me again.