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I Was Hoping She Would Notice but again Now When She Did... Im Tired

BURN ME ALIVE IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE THIS BOOK...AFTER READING THAT IS Regressing back in time after sacrificing his life for someone undeserving someone who didn’t even shed a tear after his death just total blank. The person he begged for love rejected him every single time. Now, he returns to when he was 18 again. Looking at her face, he wants to try again, to fall in love with her once more, to want to... but no, he no longer wants to feel that pain again. Some feelings never change, but you have to leave them behind, right? And one life should be enough to try. He made a commitment to never love her again. This life is his chance to live for himself. But who knew he wasn’t the only one regressed? The ultimate black heart curse is broken... and time reverses. Avey: “Lucy, can we.” Tears in her eyes. Lucy: Looking blankly at him. Avey: “Can’t you at least give me one chance?” Lucian: Silently looking at her. what about other people who hurt him too: mother, sister, friend and ofc her Will he give up on love for his own peace, or will he be too afraid to feel that pain again? --- Additional Tags: Regression, Time Travel, Yandere, CEO Girl, Mafia, Family Conflicts, Mother’s Failure, Revenge, Heartbreak, Sacrifices, Unworthy Love, Beautiful Love Story, Strong Characters, Loki ---

LazyDiablo · Urbano
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154 Chs

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In a dimly lit room, a beautiful woman sat in a luxurious gaming chair, her fingers gliding rapidly over the keyboard in front of her. The screen's faint glow illuminated her dangerously beautiful face dark, piercing eyes with a haunted look, framed by the faint shadows of sleepless nights. Her dark circles were a testament to how long she had been awake, her energy fuelled by something much deeper than rest. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulders, messy and unkempt, but it added to the raw intensity of her appearance. She wore a loose black t-shirt and shorts, completely at ease in her private obsession.

The low hum of her computer filled the room as her fingers continued to dance over the keyboard. Her eyes, almost hypnotized, were fixated on the lines of code running across the screen. Attached to her computer was a mobile phone, its small screen dark, but it was no ordinary phone it belonged to him.