This life again

This life again

last updateLast Updated : 2023-04-26
By:   MarcyGPerez24  Completed
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Everything was planned, and in one night, ruined. My best friend. My betrothed. Both backstabbed me in the back. But what they don't know is that I have help, and I will live this life again. And I will make sure I get my revenge on the both of them. All Cecelia wanted to do was prove to her father that her and her betrothed Mason were meant to be. After "paying" a shaman to look into the future to say it is meant to be, Cece decides that's not enough and goes on a quest to find Death. She wants to make a deal with him; if Mason and her are true mates, then she will live a long life with him. If not, she wants a do-over, but at WHAT time, or WHEN, Death gets to decide. At the ball, Cece is made aware of her betrothed's betrayal, and is devastated that the affair was made between him and her best friend. After dying from an argument gone very wrong, Death makes an appearance, going back in time.. Cece has a second chance at life. She will make sure EVERYTHING is different. And it will be Mason, and her ex-best friend who will pay.

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The deal

"Why are you here?" he asked, the black hood covering his face. Cecilia didn't bother to try to answer, knowing what the full hood held. A boy, looking the age of sixteen or seventeen, though he claimed to be ageless. He had silver white hair that looked akin to the coloring of the moon and the palest shade of blood-red eyes she had ever seen. Not many could find him, but Cecilia had always been persistent; she had walked through countless cemeteries, looking for the one in the black hood, and the scythe strapped to his back. This certain cemetery was in the outskirts of her town; headstones littered as far as the eye could see, and the center of it was different from the rest. A small building had been destroyed for unknown purposes, revealing hidden tunnels. No one had traveled through, especially once the gnarled roots of dead trees began to grow over the entrance. But Cecilia was no quitter; she brought a sharpened hatchet and made her way down, traveling by light ...

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The deal
"Why are you here?" he asked, the black hood covering his face. Cecilia didn't bother to try to answer, knowing what the full hood held. A boy, looking the age of sixteen or seventeen, though he claimed to be ageless. He had silver white hair that looked akin to the coloring of the moon and the palest shade of blood-red eyes she had ever seen. Not many could find him, but Cecilia had always been persistent; she had walked through countless cemeteries, looking for the one in the black hood, and the scythe strapped to his back. This certain cemetery was in the outskirts of her town; headstones littered as far as the eye could see, and the center of it was different from the rest. A small building had been destroyed for unknown purposes, revealing hidden tunnels. No one had traveled through, especially once the gnarled roots of dead trees began to grow over the entrance. But Cecilia was no quitter; she brought a sharpened hatchet and made her way down, traveling by light
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Days later
Cecilia tried not to move too much as her best friend Isadora braided some pearls into her long dark brown locks. Her face had been washed and applied with powder for her face, careful lip paint, and a light brown shade of eye paint. The top half of her hair had been pulled up into a tight braid, the rest falling in gentle waves past her shoulders. Her wedding was just in two weeks, and each moment Cecilia had spent with Mason had been one of pure bliss. They went on strolls together, had picnics, and once even stayed up watching the stars glitter the sky. Never had she felt such peace and love from being with someone, especially like this. The memory of Cecilia holding on to Mason's hands as they strolled into the duke of the west's castle was still fresh in her mind. She clung to it to settle the nerves that had gathered in her stomach. Now and then, though, she had to press her palms together to control the anxiety shakes she was still having to deal with. Her friend Isadora hu
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Rewind time
Death is laughing as he helps up Cece. She scowls, taking his hand, and grips it tight. "I'm going to be honest, I thought it was going to be longer wait than that." he said, guiding her towards a pathway away from her body. Cece was nervous then; she could feel herself aging or shrinking. "Am I going back in the womb?" she asked him, and he laughed, shaking his head. "I'm not sure yet, but seeing you fight your pregnant friend, and your betrothed was quite amusing. Your other friend is trying her hardest to wake you up." A scream sounded behind them, and Death chuckled. "Looks like she shook you hard enough to show the exact spot your neck broke." Cece fought back shivers, staring straight ahead. "Was I that much of a fool?" she muttered, mostly to herself. "No; just because you followed what you were taught, and they didn't don't make you a fool. It just makes them impatient and imponet." Death replied. Cece said nothing, though she felt a bit better at that point.
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Duped
I hear mixed cries from my maids and Mason as I hold on to the front of Quill's jacket to hold him in place as I kiss him, his body stiff as he's stunned.I need to make this believable, though; I press my breasts against his chest, wrapping my arms around his neck.He seems to relax then, placing a large hand on the back of my waist, his other hand cupping my right cheek where the moon mark is at.I feel him ripped away from me as Mason grabs him and slams Quill against the far wall, honey eyes boring into Quill's calm green ones."I will kill you!" Mason screams in his face, and again, no fear in Quill's eyes."Mason! Release my lover." I ordered, walking over to where they stood. My maids trailed me, nervous chatter coming from them.Mason let go of Quill then, causing him to fall back on the wall, sliding down. Mason stepped towards me, looking like he wanted to hold on to me, either to hug me or shake me."Darling, have you forgotten that you're betrothed to ME." He replied, look
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On for a stroll
Quill and I decide to go to the gardens, waving away curious stares from butlers, and maids. The wedding planner storms past me, giving me a dirty look, but she stops when Quill places a protective arm around me, pulling me outside. On a whim, I curl into his warmth, forgetting for a moment that he's not Mason; werewolves run on a higher temperature, and since I chilled so easily, it was one of the few things I appreciated. And a bonus; Quill smells like clean clothes and soap. Mason mostly smelled like raw meat, and outside scentst hat I could never pinpoint at times. I snuck a peek at him, wondering what was he thinking. Did he think this was a good idea? Did I think this was a good idea? Honestly, this seemed too fast in such a short amount of time. As I opened my mouth to ask him something, someone calling out my name stopped me. Confused, we both turned, and I felt the color leave my face for a moment. Isadora was there, face flushed from ha
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The day after
When I awoke, I was crushed against Quill's bare chest, his solid arms holding me in place. He was deeply asleep-I think from his breathing-and I could feel sweat begin to form from how warm Quill is. The urge to go to the restroom grew, and I tried to wiggle free, but his grip tightened, and he sighed, burying his face in my hair. Please, just let me go to the restroom, I thought to myself, and after a beat, he turned to the other side of the bed, sighing as his snores went back to normal. I bolted, rushing to the restroom as I relieved myself, then washed my hands, and teeth. I stared at my reflection, noticing bed marks on my face, and the tangles in my hair. I sighed, knowing that this was going to take some time to fix. Suddenly, I remembered that today was the day of the ball that was being thrown from the duke of the west. In part celebration of my wedding, but mostly he enjoyed throwing them. I wondered if Quill wanted to go, then recalled that he
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Jailed
The guards throw me in the cell as if I'm garbage, and I land on my hands and knees. The bottom of my dress has torn, and I turn to scream at the guards, rushing forward just as they slam the cell on me. I'm so angry as I grip the metal bars, screaming for them to let me out. Footsteps wander in through the dark hallway, and the small oil lamps laid on the floor light up just enough for me to see who it is. "Mason." I say, through gritted teeth. He smirks at me, dusting off his shoulders, his eyes roaming all over the cell. "Wow, my darling, how you've fallen from your grace. The only, and eldest daughter of one of the most wealthy dukes in all the lands." he gloated, eyes going down to the tear in my dress. "And even your dress has suffered from your insolence." "What do you want from me, Mason?" I asked, hands gripping the bars. "To see you suffer." he replied, and his eyes bored into mine, flashing. I laughed then, cupping my mouth to stop th
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Something up my sleeve
Death is watching with bored eyes as I land in front of him. His scythe is in his hand, and there looks to be something caught on it. As I get near, he yanks it off, wiping his hands on his black robe. "Sorry, sometimes the souls get stuck on my scythe." he said sheepishly, and I blink before I realize what he's saying. "What are you doing here?" I asked, watching as the space around us turns clear, with only a slight fog. "I just want to say that this; giving you a chance to come back to life was one of the greatest decisions I've made. Not only have you gone off the rails, you also have managed to carve your own source of happiness." I said nothing, as out of nowhere, he began to float, laying back with his arms down to his sides, the scythe keeping him balanced. "But I know you have something up your sleeve. So please, make it worth my while." he said, as a skeletal version of himself walked out from him and disappeared. He must have seen the dismay
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The Daring One
My hair is made into a long braid, the ends tickling my lower back. I change my mind many times on what I want to wear, and I decide on a simple light purple dress, that's long sleeved, and some warm pantyhose, paired off with black boots with buckles. Where Quill resides, it's almost always cold, and I understand why he chose that spot; his entire pack run on a higher temp than the rest of us do. Quill comes back from speaking with my father, and heads back in my closet, pulling out a thick, flower patterned blanket. He wraps it around myself, kissing the tip of my nose as he does so. That simple action, so casual, and out of nowhere makes my heart beat faster, and the blood rush to my face. Quill notices, his face switching from embarassment, to teasing, as he kisses both of my red cheeks. "S-stop, you tease!" I say, lightly shoving him back, as I wrap the blanket around myself. "My darling, you are covered from head to toe in clothes, it might b
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New Puerto
The ring feels heavy on my finger, and I feel clumsy. Though the stone being much bigger than Mason's old engagement ring, I felt flustered as Quill guided me out of the carriage and into his castle. Cold air nipped at my exposed nose, and skin, and I rubbed my hands together to sort some heat from friction. At one point, I almost slipped on an icy puddle, Quill pulling me up into his arms. Instantly, my body was warmed, heat coming off of Quill. He walked with sure steps, greeting people to and fro, and I tried to peek out from the blankey. The cold hit my face with enough force to have me back huddled, the icy breeze piercing through my thin dress. What was I thinking dressing like this? "I do apologize for the weather, my dear. It got worse." Quill said, and suddenly, it stopped being cold, the blanket taken off of me. Sudden light from chandliers, and torches made me squint my eyes after having been in the darkness for so long. I rub my eyes, then tr
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