Second Time Around Series Novels & Stories

*Ajay Mehra Pov* “Happy second anniversary.” I whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek. She immediately opened her eyes and asked, “What?” “Today is our second-year anniversary.” I replied. “Oh!” She mumbled and added, “I don’t remember at all but how can you remember it. You forgot the first time right?” “I didn’t! I just acted as I forgot, but I didn’t forget it at all.” I replied and turned around to face me within a second.

I walked back to the table with a bottle in my right hand and glasses in another. “Antonio, things can go very downhill if we don't make the right move.” “You think I don't know that?” I questioned annoyingly as I downed the wine in one big gulp and set it down with a loud thud. Lisa rounded me and took a sip as she sat down. I sensed the repetitive movement of her legs posing the feeling of uneasiness. “I heard they expanded to Italy after the previous war. They won. They held Parcafis captive but I don't know what they did,” she gave out.

“Yes, it was. If you don’t mind me asking, how long have you two been dating.” “Six months,” she says. Serena and Melina climb the stairs to Thomas’ room to clean it. “Six months, and you guys have kept it a secret, wow.” Melina’s mouth forms a big O as she says the words ‘wow.’ Melina’s mind unintentionally drifts back to where she was six months ago. Her eyes well up with tears as she recalls one of the worst tragedies of her life, happened six months ago. “Melina,” Serena calls, bringing her back to earth.

There were auditions for minor roles, but as far as she knew, the ones who would be playing as the main roles were already fixed, and a lot of them were new faces just like her. That was also the reason why the series had already gotten a lot of attention even when the first episode hadn’t even been released yet. The Second Time Around was the title of the series. As they said, "The series is one big attempt of producers to step out of the Philippine drama's grasp."

I stopped in front of the cabinet by the entrance, opened the drawer, and took out the confiscated tie clip from the very back. Then, under their stunned gazes, I walked out without looking back once.

Larry pov I knew something was wrong with the timing of the kitchen service before Kaito did. It was a subtle thing, a momentary drag in the rhythm of the floor. My eyes immediately went to Jamie. Her spine—the spine that had executed a perfect 45^\circ bow last night—was rigid, almost brittle. Her face, usually pale but composed, was ghost-white beneath the makeup, and her hands were clamped so tightly to the tray of tea that her knuckles were bone-white.

She followed margins, metadata, the minuscule inconsistencies no one made any pretense of hiding because no one expected anyone to care. “Scroll,” she said. He did. The name turned up again. Different database. Separate system. Same spelling. Same quiet confidence. Slowly Stephanie straightened. "How many times?" she asked. “For now?” He swallowed. “Twice.” Her fingers pressed against the side of the desk. There was no such thing as twice. Twice signified a trend emerging. "Where's the second one from?"

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.

Meanwhile, Massimo did not mind the reaction of the opposite sex. The silence returned. The blonde-haired woman recalled the moment when she and the entire Verz family still attended Sunday brunch. However, due to an extraordinary and unexpected event, they could all hear Aunty Mandy and Melanie's conversation. Meanwhile, the man who had black wing tattoos on both chests resumed sipping the red wine that had been delayed. They seemed preoccupied with their own thoughts.

I advised Erin, remembering she was the first to be with me and had accompanied me for a long time in this world. "Yes, thank you for making light of the problems that always befall us." Erin held my cheeks and kissed me. The first time Erin kissed me after my second reincarnation. "Sorry sir," Violet said, but it turned out that she was already in the room and standing in the corner of the room. "Violet, why are you standing there? Come here, you usually always hug my arm." I waved Violet to come closer. "Am I allowed?" Violet lowered her head.