I WANT AGAIN..

New Luck..

Recent past:

Have you ever been a great person for over ten centuries, trapped in the body of a baby?

Unbelievable, right? Absurd, even impossible?

Well, I have.

Just a few hours ago, I was in the Fourth Hell, drowning in a sea of foul blood.

A sea of blood where I was attacked by my own unfulfilled desires.

I lived a brief life for centuries of suffering, and during those centuries, I realized one thing: we are our own hell.

Now that I'm back (at least, that’s what I thought at the time), I can plan better and avoid making the same mistakes.

Before, I only wanted to take over all of England. Now, I will take over the entire world.

That way, I can fulfill my desires, and most importantly, nothing will ever be able to haunt me again.

Then it hit me—I was in the body of a baby, struggling just to lift my arms.

Every attempt at speaking came out as unbearable squeaks that grated on my nerves and made me cry.

I soiled myself constantly, and what seemed to be my mother found it amusing—she saw it as a sign of character in her daughter.

My father, on the other hand (kind of cute, by the way), didn’t say much.

And my nanny—ugh, that insufferable woman—never missed a chance to whisper nasty words under her breath, already jealous of my status.

Apparently, I was born into a great life.

And just when I thought things couldn’t get any worse, I turned three.

Have you ever had a crush on a man in his thirties?

Most people have, I suppose... but while being trapped in the body of a three-year-old?!

My crush was none other than my mother’s best friend’s husband.

But hey, this wasn’t going to be the first time I stole someone’s man.

I had to at least try.

Every time I got close to him, fully intending to make him mine, people just found me adorable.

So, I decided to focus on things more accessible at my age—

Like taking over the entire playground.

Or becoming the undisputed queen of the whole school, blah blah.

Then, I turned ten. I was refining my personality, shaping myself into a woman destined for greatness.

And for the first time, I met him…

Darkos.

I felt him before I even saw him. A shockwave rippled through me the second his eyes locked onto mine.

Sunderland is a small seaside town.

A town so exclusive that only the elite can afford to live there.

My family owns a massive estate here, along with real estate investments all over the city and its surroundings.

And as it turns out, his family—the Rius—had just bought the luxurious manor a kilometer away from ours.

My mother, obsessed with charity and kindness, insisted on welcoming them…

And that’s when I met him.

In this era, he wasn’t called Darkos. He was Troy Greys.

I stood there, staring at him for about six minutes before my mother interrupted me.

His eyes were different.

A long time ago (I stopped keeping track after a while), I saw in them the desire to possess me… and the resignation.

The kind that, from the very first glance, told him he would never have me.

But now, all I see in his gaze is raw desire.

Heat crept up my cheeks—it reminded me of how much he loved taking me with brutal intensity.

Because that was the only moment when he truly had me…

A brief conversation with him was enough to confirm it—he didn’t remember our past life together.

Perfect.

That would make it easier to keep my distance.

Because I absolutely hated how just one look from him made my heart race out of control.

By the end of our visit, I knew two things:

He had a younger brother my age,

And at thirteen, he already had everything it took to be irresistible.

But there was no way in hell I was letting him distract me from my goal now.

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Troy Greys

Present:

I stand there, hands in my pockets, scanning the crowd. My eyes land on my friends.

They’re in the back, getting gloriously and shamelessly drunk.

I smirk at the sight—it reminds me of high school.

When we had nothing better to do than party and screw girls our age.

Today, I’m about twenty-three years old and the hottest hockey star of the season.

Dressed in a sharp three-piece suit, I cross the room with a smirk.

My mother organized this party to celebrate my brother’s gold medal in… well, I don’t even remember what.

My little brother, outraged and incapable of saying no to our mother, had called me for backup.

He wanted me to help make this party unbearable for trendy, balding grandpa over there.

And my friends? Oh, they’re experts at bringing the chaos.

As I move through the crowd, I force myself not to look for her…

That girl.

Or rather, that woman who clings to my thoughts like a damn leech, draining me dry.

I let out a sigh as I reach Liam, one of my friends.

He hands me a glass filled with a suspiciously murky liquid.

One look at it, and I already know—it’s one of his infamous mixes.

Liam, the undisputed king of alcohol combinations. And the craziest one of us all.

“Hey, man, where the hell have you been?”

Luis throws an arm over my shoulder, grinning.

He’s already wasted—I can tell from the way his breath reeks.

“Give him a break,” Leon chimes in, lounging effortlessly in the middle of the chaos, as if he wasn’t part of it.

“He just drove six hours to be here.”

I smirk and drop down next to him.

“Finally, someone who appreciates my efforts. So… anyone know where the man of the hour is?”

I let my gaze drift over the room—

And that’s when I see her.

Or maybe… I just imagine seeing her.

Because in a dark corner, I feel a pair of eyes locked onto me—

Watching me.

Like a predator stalking its prey.