LazyDiablo

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

The bald-headed bodyguard in black, his face dark with rage, barked out, "Stop him, you motherfuckers!" His voice cut through the chaos, snapping the other guards back to reality.

For a moment, the guards froze, stunned by the chaos unraveling before them. Then, as if jolted back to reality, one of the men in black closest to Lucian sprang into action. "Hey, you! Stop right there!" he barked, charging toward Lucian.

Lucian didn't flinch. The hammer in his hand -a weapon he neither planned for nor knew where it came from-felt right. He had no time to question its origin.

The guard's confidence bordered on arrogance. A trained professional, he prided himself on his discipline and strength. A second-generation reject? An 18-year-old kid with a hammer? The thought alone burned his pride.Defeat him? No, I'd deserve death for failing to someone like this.

First Kill