You Won't Get Me Twice Novels & Stories

I can’t wrap my head around that not being reality. “You’re still waiting for me to hurt you aren’t you? I can get the echo of what you’re thinking, and you are waiting for me to pounce on you. Is there something more than what I’m already doing that would make you more comfortable with the idea that that is not going to happen?”

Just let Alaia go. Someone else? No one else! She’s special, rare, and one of a kind. She was mine until you fucked things up for me. Now I’m going to get her back. Max, you can’t do this shit, man. She’s finally happy; she deserves to be happy!

“Because I don’t believe in second chances.” I continued my stare. “Come near my wife again, and your guardian angel won’t save you a second time.”

"Why haven't you gotten in touch with me by now?" In order for Riffen to get to where he is now, not only did he have to sacrifice a lot of things, but he also had to give up a lot of things. He embraced his friend extremely firmly because he was very terrified of the sense of loss. When he first discovered her uninjured, she most likely did not realize how relieved Riffen was; but, when he looked closer, he saw that she was injured and her clothing were tattered, and Riffen became much more terrified than before. Riffen sought reassurance from her by inquiring as follows:

No disappearing acts, no leaving you hanging like that again. Thank you for your patience, your loyalty, and your engagement. I'll see you soon, besties!🤍

He says in the most serious and assuring tone anyone has ever spoken to me with and instantly, I trust that he will. “Thank you.” I take a sip of my orange juice and let out a gentle exhale. I really hope his avoidance is truly a case of him needing more time to come to terms with my being alive because I’m not sure if I would be able to bear it if I get rejected again. Two rejections from two different men within one week? I’m starting to think I’m the one who is cursed.

"I'm glad you're here, and beyond blessed I get to call you mine. I do get to call you mine, don't I?" "Yeah, you're never getting rid of me." "Good, I didn't want to."

I said as I removed the phone from my ears. I didn't know what to do as I just stood at the front of the gate, staring at nothing in particular. Memories of Erika flooded in and my body shook in fright. I can't afford to lose her. She wasn't supposed to go! She is my second chance mate that was meant to stay! She can't leave me. She can't do this to me! "Koko, you have to come back to me. You promised to wait for me. You promised you would never leave no matter what happened and you will stay no matter what people say about you. Why are you breaking your promise?"

I looked like an expensive masterpiece. My phone buzzed loudly against the glass table. It was a direct message from Vance Sterling, the most ruthless billionaire tycoon in the city: “Do you want me to send my driver to pick you up, beautiful? Don’t make me come get you myself.” A dark smile curved my lips as I swiped past it. Immediately, another notification lit up the screen—an I*******m DM from Julian King: Julian: "Save a dance for me tonight, or I’ll drag you onto the dance floor in front of everyone."

"What would you advise, then? We have been talking to each other for over a few months. You've never hesitated to provide me with your excellent advice." She shrugged to herself. "You sound young. You shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea for one failed catch." The minute the words left her mouth, she realized she had made a blunder. What if the person suspected she wasn't herself, because she had mentioned her assumption based on his voice over the phone? Fortunately, the person failed to capture her error, and then he continued, "Since you say that I shouldn't give up all the fish in the sea, would you be willing to be my fish?"