Novel & Cerita The 99th Time He Gave Up On Me

“Reverie, do you remember when we first met? Back then, I was just part of a lowly collateral branch. You were the one who told me that if I wanted something, I had to learn to fight for it myself.” “Once I thought I had enough power to marry you, a royal decree was issued, and you became the King’s handpicked consort to the Crown Prince. I hated it! How dare they just snatch you away from me like that? So, I kept building my power, but then, you were captured by the enemy nation! “Thank Heavens for they protected you, and you returned safely. But you came back with Rio. You said you found him among the dead. Because of that, as soon as Rio woke up, he immediately asked for your hand in marr

I bypassed him entirely, walked to the motorcycle, swung my leg over, and turned the key. "Alessio, don't ever show your face to me again." He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my handlebars. "Chiara, we grew up together. I've taken bullets for you, and you've taken punishments for me. After everything we've been through, are you really going to walk away without giving me even a chance to start over?" I drove my foot into his shin hard enough that he hissed and his grip loosened. "Second chances don't just fall out of the sky. When I begged you to believe me back then, did you give me a chance to explain?"

With Simon present, Tristan falling back asleep didn't cause me any trouble this time. Caleb's voice kept whispering in my head, urging me to find a way to run. The comments rolling past my eyes were doing the opposite, demanding to know why I wasn't taking better care of Tristan and giving them something sweet to watch. I sat quietly in my corner and ignored both of them. I went back through my memories of all ninety-nine lifetimes, checking and rechecking for anything I might have misremembered, anything that could throw off my thinking now.

“NIvaan! I thought I would never see you again…” He wrapped his arms around me comfortingly. “How many notes has my darling cuckoo composed?” A sharp stab of pain coursed through my heart as I said in a shaking voice, “Just one tune… the tune of death…” He pulled away and held me at arm's length. His eyes glazed over with tears as he said, “Listen to me very carefully. You are not allowed to give up. Do you understand? YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO GIVE UP!” I licked the salty teardrops near my lips and bobbed my head vigorously. Swallowing the lump that had formed in my throat, I rasped, “I just became selfish for a moment. I.. I promise I will never let you down again…”

I offered, "I'm here, I'll help you overcome it all." "That's if I don't succeed in pushing you away," he muttered, his brows drawn tight. "This has happened to me so many times, that I already know the end from the beginning." I'd walked all the way to him and was now standing a few inches away from him. "Why are you giving up on yourself when I've not given up on you?" I asked, my voice catching in my throat. I placed a hand on his shoulder, "You said we couldn't back out until the time was up. It's only been a month, Greg. Why are you giving up on us this quickly?"

Anthony's words hit me like a truck, shattering every ounce of courage I had built since my rebirth. 'Why, even with a second chance, can't I change anything? Will I never be able to pursue music again? Am I destined to live forever under Lucas' shadow?' I mused in despair. To avoid unnecessary trouble, I left my usual phone on the balcony this time, and I didn't use my computer to compose. How did Lucas still get his hands on my original song?

I looked into his eyes — those beautiful eyes — and asked one last time, "Do you still love me?" He laughed like I'd said something funny, came back over, patted my head, and answered without missing a beat. "Of course I do. Don't overthink it. I'll be back tomorrow. We'll celebrate our anniversary then — I already made a reservation." He sounded so sure of himself. I nodded. "Okay. I'll wait for you." For the first time in nine years, I lied to him. I turned and started walking back to my room. But Jason — who had been in such a hurry to leave — was still standing by the door. He hadn't moved.

"Cough, cough… No. How about this? In return for raising you, you have to fulfill 99 requests for me. Or once I abandon you 99 times, the debt is gone." - His tall frame trembled violently, and he finally sank to the ground, his posture humble. "I-I just got confused. My thoughts were all mixed up. But I love you. I told Zara not to touch you, but she still did it behind my back. I never intended to abandon you." Eyes red and swollen, he was crying so vulnerably that it made me remember how I used to fall for this. I enjoyed the feeling I got when the high-and-mighty Samuel was willing to lower himself for me.

I thought that he had given up when I told him no but the fact that he is here shows that he hasn’t given up and still wants to do it . “You know that I am so disappointed in myself for being here but I don’t think that I gave a fucking choice , I want you Rissa and I don’t think that I can still go a day without touching you or talking to you about it , that’s how much I love you and I am so sorry if I didn’t make it up your expectations , but if I could just lay beside you , even if it’s just for a moment , I think that would actually make me happiest person on earth ,. I knew that I couldn’t deny him even though I was just accepting the fact that I am still going to get to see his face ,

“You'll regret this!“ Then I heard him hang up. “Go to hell with Nora! I'll eat up my phone if I regret this even for a second.“ I said with finalism. But, less than a minute later; I was inside the housing fuming at my stupidity. What have I brought upon myself with the words of my mouth? I'm I really ready to come this far and just give up? No! “Giving up” is not in my dictionary. I need to find a way to make this right! I can't let a big fish like David Beckham slip off my hands so easily; I just can't. So, I steeled myself and dialled his number. It rang for thirty seconds, but he didn't pick up. “Fu*k!“