Stop Me If You Heard This One Before Novels & Stories

I'll bust with all these thoughts some day and very soon. "Sir your phone" "Sir...." I was interrupted with the voice which I heard. "What!?" I yelled making the poor maid jump in fear. "Your phone sir" she placed the cord less and went out. I pick the phone and placed it on my ear and before I could talk I heard a voice which I was not interested in. "There is something called a mobile?" Winget said. "Come to the point" I replied. "Ah..you know all the points that I have been telling you since ages now." She started her same old flirts.

But one saying stood out, they said 'you die twice, once when you stop breathing, the other time is when they stop mentioning your name' and it's true isn't it? I feel like in my lifetime, my goals are to find love, and just be happy. If I achieve that, then I will have no regrets. By the time I finish thinking about life, Hal walks back in. "Hey." I speak. "Hi, sorry I was just-" He started with a nervous chuckle. "You don't need to explain it's fine." I interrupt. I look at Hal, he then suddenly reaches into his back pocket like he needed to tell me something.

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

My parents are music professors, and their university is always hosting these music salons and exchange events. But they never took me. After I graduated from college, I was desperate to see what it was like, so I begged my mother for a visitor's pass. She was busy helping my sister Ella fill out an application for one of those concerts, and she cut me off cold: "Everyone attending is a top-tier musician. You can't even read sheet music—walking in there, you'd just stick out like a sore thumb." A few days later, I stood in the freezing wind, listening to the applause rolling out from the auditorium. My sister stood at center stage, performing alongside a bunch of renowned musicians. That nig

I said. "But why didn't he answer my call last night?" Kaia looked at me with suspicion. I shrugged. "That's between you two. It has nothing to do with me. I stopped liking him a long time ago." "Really? You really don't like him anymore?" A look of surprise crossed Kaia's face. "Yes, I don't like him anymore." My love for him died along with my body in my past life. "So, when are you going to sever the mate bond?" Kaia asked eagerly.

My thumb hovered over the keyboard before I typed: Will be there soon. I hit send before I could overthink it. The phone buzzed again almost immediately, ringing this time. Mom. Her name lit up the screen like a warning light. I stared at it. Watched it vibrate in my hand. Once. Twice. Three times. I didn’t answer.

Just as she was hesitating, she heard a familiar male voice behind her. "Someone as outstanding as Ms. Jefferson isn't someone just anyone can win over."

At that moment, I finally understood why so much in this life had unfolded so differently from the last. She went on, "I couldn't figure it out at first. No matter what I did, Harry still couldn't cut you off completely. But now I understand. You came back too, didn't you?" Ember let out a wild laugh. "Did you really think being reborn would change your ending? I'll make sure you die just as miserably as last time!" At her signal, the men behind her began closing in. I shut my eyes, despair washing over me. Had I come back to relive the same tragic fate after all?

"Was your client forced to sign it, or was he hypnotized?" Someone in the gallery let out a chortle. I turned around and realized it was Dad. At the end of the hearing, when the judge announced that the court was adjourned and the verdict would be issued at a later date, I stood up. Kayla suddenly spoke in my arms, not in my head. Her voice wasn't loud, but it was enough for the person sitting in the defendant's seat to hear. "Mommy, Daddy won in our previous life. This time, it's our turn."

I barely had time to think before my phone buzzed again, this time with a single, chilling message: "You’re closer than you think… but they’re watching. Don’t trust anyone."