You Won't Get Me Twice Novels & Stories

For three years, I worked three jobs a day to send Wendy Stallone to university. In the end, I ended up doing all the chores at home as well. On the day Wendy graduated, the Stallone family came to bring her back to the family, and she turned into a socialite overnight. Everyone said my years of hardship had ended, and I was about to become rich. During the celebration party, Clark Quinn, Wendy’s childhood friend, sat beside her like he was born to orbit around her and asked me whether it was time for me to step aside. Wendy said nothing and just toyed with Clark’s fingers. Under the dazzling lights, I stared at her and asked calmly, “Are we going to break up?” She was stunned for

“I can't wait to see you try.” He almost stumbled back, laughing. “You must be hoping that I will hold back, fearing what your precious General will do to me if I beat you up, but I'm sorry, sweetheart, I won't. I've enjoyed your screams the last time, and I will surely enjoy them today.”

To discover me or vanish away in money strength. What you get is less than what you already got. Do not take away my good time with you. I value you. Would you forget me just as you forgot ‘you’? Come in, let's together celebrate. I create honey. You taste. You smile with me. You are never in haste.

She was mine and I would have her even though it was the last thing I ever did. I mindlinked my beta as I ran deeper into the first. I'm coming for you, Eva.

Before I could move, Wyatt was already walking toward me. Elise smiled softly behind me and muttered something before disappearing. He stopped in front of me and reached for both of my hands. “I asked you this once,” he said quietly. “Back then I thought loving you would be enough.” He smiled sadly. “Now I know better.” His thumbs moved across my knuckles. "I don't want another day without you. I've already lost you once and I'm not…" He shook his head. "I'm not doing that again." His gaze dropped slowly to my stomach.

CHAPTER 36 WILLIAMS My breath hitched, and the smile on my face quickly faded. Today is not her birthday? That has to be some twenty-first-century joke. I cross-checked the date like four times before I started making any preparations. What the hell is she talking about? “What do you mean today isn’t your birthday?” I asked, confusion twisting in my voice. “Don’t tell me you forgot your own birthday!” It’s okay to be ambitious and hardworking, but you should also love yourself and take care of yourself. Put yourself first. Birthdays only come once a year, so why should you have forgotten about yours, huh?

He doesn’t. There’s a saying, Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. So I won’t get back to him. Never. He will just waste his time running after me so if I were him, just let me go for good. If he truly loves me, he won’t do that thing in the first place. Now that we broke up, he will go after me? Is he insane? Did he realize that he love me after I let go of him? I sarcastically inside my mind. This isn’t a game, Felix.

My whole body seizes with the enormity of it. The second chance. It’s real. Somehow, impossibly, I am back. And this time, they will pay.

I pleaded, stepping closer, desperation clawing at my insides. For a moment, silence hung between us, thick with tension and unspoken words. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the love battling against the hurt. Finally, she spoke, her voice softening. “I’ve never forgotten you, Ruine. I’ve always loved you. But… I need to know you’re serious. I’ll give you one more chance.”

I can feel the warmth of him like a second layer of air. For a second, I imagine leaning forward. Just once to see if it still feels the same. The thought hits me fully formed and dangerous: Maybe one last time would fix it. Maybe if I let it happen again, properly, deliberately, then it would lose its power. Maybe it would turn into something ordinary instead of this sharp, humming thing under my skin. Like popping a blister instead of walking on it. The idea scares me because it does not sound like a bad idea at all.