Tres Veces Tu Novels & Stories

". I want to be a part of you. I want to be a part of you.” Rhea’s body trembled, her eyes fixed on his. “You are a part of me. You are a part of my destiny. You are a part of my power. You are a part of my soul. You are a part of my life. You are a part of my love. You are part of my war. You are part of my end. You are part of my beginning. You are part of me. You are part of me. You are part of me.

"Winds in the north, run through the trees. Three times three, let them see, let them see. Sands of the east, rich soils beneath. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Fires in the south, awaken from sleep Three times three, let them see, let them see. Water of the west, flow to the seas. Three times three, set them free, set them free. Take away the power you had granted, let it be removed from their very veins three times three. Once the cock crows by night time, turn them back and let the change remain!" It happened all too fast, one minute I was ending my chant and the other minute Christian raised a knife really high above and struck it really deep into his stomach.

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59 BPM. _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._ “What’s 3 mean,” Ivy said. _Silence. Their room. 12:00 AM._ “3 means,” I said. Thinking. Day 473. “3 means you say ‘no’ a lot. 3 means you run faster. 3 means you love harder. 3 means you’re 7. Always.” “Always,” Isla said. Trying word. New word. “Always,” Ivy said. Back.

“How many parties are we discussing?” “Four.”

"Then switch it back this instant!" "No!" Before I could respond, Erica hurried over. "You were the one who agreed to this willingly! How can you go back on your word? "Doesn't the system allow three chances? If you don't want to look like this, just have Bianca exchange with you!" A cruel glint flickered in Erica's eyes as she spoke. Only then did Mom seem to realize something. She turned to me again, her expression haughty. However, I spoke before she could. "The exchange system only works once every three years. Since it was already used earlier, the next exchange won't be possible for another three years."

“A rule.” “The three-times rule.” I rolled onto my back. Looking up at him from his lap. His face upside down. The scar through his eyebrow. The jaw I’d kissed from every angle. The grey eyes that looked silver from this position because the kitchen light was behind him. “If you walk away from me three times, I won’t be standing there for a fourth.” His hand stilled in my hair. “Walk away how?”

Everything, everything, everything. ---

I read that three times. Then I put the phone face down and sat down.

"Lorenzo, I'm running out of time. You don't need to stage some tragic love act. You and Sofia? Same type. You love her. Me? I was just some obligation choking you. You couldn't choose, so I did. I told Elisa. She's letting you go. You're free. All the way free." Something snapped. He let out this raw, broken noise, dropped to his knees, grabbed my hand like it could anchor him. "I'm sorry... Chiara, I'm so sorry... I was wrong, I swear I won't see her again! Let's start over. I'll give you thirty-three weddings, in every place we made memories—please, don't go... don't leave me..." His eyes were swollen, desperate, full of regret. All I felt was tired. The whole thing was just... absurd.