You Only Live Twice Novels & Stories

"It's good to know that you're willing to start over, but that's not what I meant. "You know, I've lived two lives. In my past life, we had two children. We were a happy family, and everyone envied us." I listened to him coldly and shot him a glare. "If you really lived two lives, then why didn't you choose me in this one and go for that so-called happiness again?" Oliver hesitated for a second before giving a bitter smile. "I wanted to try something different. So… So, when you got a second chance at life, you naturally chose someone else."

I didn't. "For what it's worth," he said, quiet, close now, "I don't think this happens twice. Whatever this actually is between us — I've been trying to find the right words for it for months, and I keep landing on the same thing. Once in a lifetime. That's what this is. That's what you are." I felt the words land somewhere I hadn't fully guarded in a long time. "Once in a lifetime," I repeated, testing the shape of it, finding that it fit exactly as well as he'd made it sound. "Yeah. I think that's right."

I had told her that today we would hold the wedding first, then register the marriage afterward—double happiness in one day. She believed it, foolishly. I felt no joy in deceiving her—only an endless sense of emptiness. When I had lain on the operating table, ready to die, I heard the psychologist's voice urging me to live. During my therapy, my psychologist had already noticed my dependence on Emily and had gently warned me, but I refused to believe him. It was only on that operating table, hearing his words again in that moment between life and death, that everything changed. What made me choose life was not the desire to live, but the desire to strike back at those who had wronged me.

I read it, thanked them, and threw it away. "I died twice," I tell the crowd. "The first time was slow, a mechanical heart failing over three years while the man I married dismantled my life around me. The second time was fast, it was a rainstorm, a hospital, a borrowed heart from a woman I'd never met." The room is silent. The kind of silence that has a lot of weight.

"You know, the tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon, but that we wait so long to begin it. You're twenty nine , and you still haven't started living. But well, as mortals always say. It's never too late--Not until you're dead at least" - To be continued

Ellen looked at her sleepy little babies, she gave them another kiss and promised ," you'll be my everything, the reason I will fight to live,. we'll be a happy family. The presence of the twins changed the thinking pattern of Ellen now.

"Okay, I will repeat it one more time. Please listen carefully, so there will not be any fights between us, because I dislike repeating my words more than twice. I told you earlier, what if we—" ***

’ “Wha-“ ‘But little soul, this is the reincarnation of your miserable life. Which means this should be your happy life.’ “Huh?” ‘Little pure soul, in this world, every created life can only have two lifetimes. One filled with more misery and the other filled with more happiness. You met me before in your miserable life.’ “My miserable life? Are you referring to my past life from the future?” ‘Yes.’ “What?! When on Earth did I meet you?” ‘Oh, your dog husband is already looking at you. I can’t risk my temple being ravaged by that wild animal. You better go back before he shows his claws and canines.’

" My steps wavered as I looked at Elan, who stood beside me in silence. After a long time, I asked with reddened eyes, "So… you succeeded?" Calder nodded heavily. "Yes. You chose to stop running and face everything head-on. Your will to live gradually grew stronger. And the Elan in your memories changed because of your choices." Calder looked at Elan. "People often say that a person dies twice in life. Once is physical death. The other is when the last person who remembers them forgets. "In other words, if you still remember your loved one, then he is not truly dead."

Thank you for never giving up on yourself, Yvonne. I truly felt like I needed to express gratitude toward myself for never giving up on myself. I gazed at the blue sky outside the exhibition hall and held the hands of my husband and son. I was filled with immense gratitude, as every single one of my days ahead, having broken free from those awful people, was going to be incomparably brilliant.