Twice In A Lifetime Show Novels & Stories

Sonia swallowed what she wanted to say reluctantly, wondering why there is a sudden change in his expression. She quit screaming and watched him lie back on the seat closing his eyes. Only after she had noticed the sudden sadness and exhaustion in his eyes. ★★★★★★ 'Brother,Sammy as soon is crying non-stop again and Junior has refused to go to bed until he sees you,' this was the message Jayden had read. It's from his younger sister, Zena. He sighed and closed his eyes. Ever since Zena died in that fatal accident, he had to raise their two young children alone. It would have been difficult without Zena because during that accident he didn't only lose his wife, he also lost the use of legs.

She gasped as I filled her completely. I moved steadily. In. Out. In. Out. Slow. Then faster. Harder. Our breaths broke together. Our bodies moved in sync until we both came at the same time. I collapsed beside her, chest rising and falling heavily. Then she suddenly spoke. “Who is Isabella Schneider,” she murmured, voice tired, “and why does it look like I have seen that bracelet somewhere?” My heart almost stopped. I hadn’t realized she would be able to see the laptop screen.

Who could possibly have a reason to want him dead so badly? Seeing there was still some time before nine o’clock, I told him everything I had experienced. All of it. "Whether you believe it or not, my doppelganger will appear and kill you." Elan looked unconvinced. "Doppelgangers only appear once every few centuries. And like you said, night-shift officers pass out, surveillance just happens to fail… How could those five minutes be that special?" I stared at him intensely. "That’s exactly why I’m asking you. What’s so special about those five minutes?"

"She did. Over and over again. Every lifetime, every rebirth, she finds you. And every time, something keeps you apart." "How many times?" I asked, though I wasn't sure I wanted to know. "Seven lifetimes. Seven chances to get it right. Seven failures." Seven. We'd found each other seven times, and seven times we'd been torn apart.

Secretly married for two years to a man the rest of Dublin fears. A child wasn’t in the equation. I open the box with fingers that keep trembling. I follow the instructions like they're an experimental protocol—timer on my phone, exactly three minutes, binary result: yes or no. When the two pink lines appear in the plastic window, the world stops spinning. I sit on the cold bathroom floor for a time I can’t measure, staring at those two lines as if they might change under enough observation. They don’t. Two lines. Unequivocal. Rewriting every variable of my life in a single second.

The step completed. Nothing happened. Then— The same moment happened again. Not a repetition. Not a loop. A second version. The wolf stepped forward— Differently. A slight variation in angle. In weight. In outcome. Both steps existed. Simultaneously. Overlapping. Two realities occupying the same space. The world did not break. It held both. Levi’s breath caught. “That’s not—” The second variation changed. Not by choice. By influence. The eye shifted slightly.

She replaced it with a skylight and held me while counting stars with me until dawn. When I couldn't eat, she starved herself alongside me. With her by my side, I slowly recovered after a year. Little by little, I learned to trust her. The day we decided to be together, she stood there with reddened eyes and promised she would never betray me for the rest of her life. But I never expected… that the "lifetime" she had promised me would be so short. Not even a year later, her promise had already expired. When I finally came back to my senses, I wiped the grime from my face and forced myself upright against the pavement.

It won't come up until she is out and it's taking way to fucking long. The elevator finally halts and I have a feeling she is back in the lounge, in the so-called safety of my friends. I press the button, pacing back and forth until the bloody thing is finally back at my floor and jump in, ramming my finger on the second-floor button hard enough to break the glass. Perfect, just fucking perfect.

We got a second chance to fix our marriage, and I didn’t waste that opportunity. And while fixing our marriage, throughout the road, I also manage to fix our relationship with his family. That leads us through our real happily ever after. Love is indeed sweeter the second time around. ___________________ F I N ___________________

Then, she slowly sat up from the couch. Even though they were memories from her previous life, the fear still lingered deep in her bones. She needed some time to calm down. How could she have been such a fool in her previous life to be exploited by Cooper again and again? She was the one who had walked into the routine traps he set. In the end, she even dragged Tyler into it and caused both of their deaths. Although she was somehow given a miraculous second chance in life, some of the trauma still remained. These were not feelings that could be simply erased on a moment’s whim.