7th Time Loop の小説・ストーリー

As the news broadcast reported a random serial killing near my residential complex, I knew—I had been reborn once again. In my first life, my husband insisted on going out in the middle of a snowstorm to buy weapons for self-defense. I locked every door and window, waiting at home, anxiety clawing at my chest. I never imagined the killer could pick locks. Before I could even react, a blade plunged into me, and I died on the couch. In my second life, I didn't hesitate. I hid in a concealed storage room, holding my breath. But the door was still pulled open. A man wearing a rabbit mask stared straight at me. "Found you," he said. In my third life, I ran to the police station. I rushed ins

I throw the chair towards the window-smashing both the window and the chair. She doesn’t want me. I should’ve known that this was some twisted game that the Goddess is making me play. I am not good enough to have a second mate. She probably knows of everything I have done and she hates me. I sit on the floor looking out of the window and my mind flys to eleven years ago. Eleven years ago *FLASHBACK*

But remained his protector because I fell in love. “Then…” This time, he looked at me and smiled. “What you think is right. I am one of the agents of Seventh Sector.” “What the hell? “But I stopped being an assassin,” he said. “Lancelot is giving me enough money so I don’t need that kind of job anymore.” I turned to Lancelot who was laughing as he heard what we are talking about. “Is that serious, Mister Neon?” He looked at me and nodded. “He is great with that job at Seventh Sector and it pays so much but when my problems were all gone, I made him promise not to do that again in exchange for giving him everything he wants.”

She's a fraud! "Cassandra, please forgive me. Come back with me. I'll make it up to you." I stared at him, but my heart barely trembled. Slowly, I pulled my hand back. "Mason…let the past stay in the past. I love my work and my life in Ularia. I don't want to go back." Mason refused to let go. "Cassandra, I know you're still mad at me, but I've truly learned my lesson. Give me one chance… I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you."

He lowered his voice. “This one won't.” Sharon's system immediately flashed. WARNING TIMELINE DEVIATION DETECTED. DAY ZERO: 17 DAYS Her blood ran cold. Seventeen. Not thirty. Not seven. Seventeen. Michael watched her face. “You saw it too.” Sharon didn't answer. Lisa stepped closer. “There is something else.” Sharon looked at her. “What?” Lisa hesitated. “The people who remember aren't the only ones who came back.” A cold feeling moved through Sharon.

My boyfriend never stayed up late, yet he pulled an all-nighter just to watch the sunrise with my best friend. He insisted it was for work and told me to stop overthinking it. Felix Grant and I had been together for seven years, but I never knew where I stood with him. I stuck with him when he had nothing and helped him build his company from scratch. But in all those years, he'd never spent more than a hundred dollars on a gift for me. He said having money didn't mean we should start wasting it. So I limited myself to less than a thousand dollars a month. Then he spent a fortune at an auction on a necklace just to make Gracie smile. My eyes stung with anger. "Lixi, how is this fair?" He fro

Again, the moment slipped away before he could change anything. Over and over. Each cycle brought hope, and each reset crushed it just as quickly. Time refused to bend to his will. It replayed the same sequence with merciless precision, trapping him in a pattern he couldn’t break. At first, Damian fought it with determination. He tried different approaches—running faster, shouting warnings, attempting to disable the device earlier in the timeline. But no matter what he did, the loop persisted. It didn’t matter. Nothing changed. Gradually, something more disturbing began to happen.

Finally, Emmett spoke, his voice tight, "India, run. I’ll hold them off." I shook my head gently. "There are cameras everywhere outside. I can’t get away." My parents’ eyes reddened instantly. I took a deep breath, my expression turning serious. "Mom, Dad, Emmett, there’s something I need to tell you. There’s not much time. I’ll keep it short." They exchanged glances but didn’t interrupt. I clenched my hands and glanced at the dark night outside, at the bloodstains on the wall. Then I spoke, "I’ve already died four times. This is my fifth loop."

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

The voice of the Original Father echoed again: “Sophia, Lukas! What you’re thinking—you’ve tried it ten thousand times before. Every time you’ve come to this graveyard, every time you’ve held the drive—and every time you’ve failed. This graveyard is a time loop. You are merely a repeating chapter of our cosmic experiment!” The drive in my hand suddenly began to glow. I saw engraved on its surface: “Chapter 59: End.” Was all our memory just a part of this loop? Will we ever be free?