A Way Back Novels & Stories

The countdown echoed through the arena like a heartbeat amplified a thousand times. Every screen glowed red. Every breath was held. Syntax’s avatar moved. Against all expectations, it surged back to life, systems stabilising just enough, legs locking, balance snapping into place. A roar tore from the crowd as he launched forward, rage-fuelled, and reckless, chasing the shadow already sprinting toward the finish line. “HE’S BACK UP—!” “THIS ISN’T OVER—!” Obsidian_13 didn’t look back.

"Okay, I'm done now. You'll not stop me." Flashing her beautiful smile, she nodded. "Okay, Miss. Go ahead and take care of yourself." Winking at her, she again rushed towards the door and quickly wore her sneakers. Waving her hands, she said. "I'm going. See you later, Ming." Turning back, she opened the door and walked away.

“Yes ma'am. This way.” ********

Only one path left. Through.

A powerful gust of wind swirled around us as a portal began to form. "Whoa," I whistle in amazement. I've never seen anything like this. "Go ahead and go in," Analyn says. "But how do we come back?" I ask. She hands me a yellow stone. "When you are ready to come back home, rub this stone three times, and another portal will open that will lead you back here." I nod and put the stone in my pocket. I take Flutter's hand and look at her. "Are you ready for this?" I ask.

the Handler signed. Markous smiled and accepted the waystick gladly, signing back, "Thank you." With the enhanced waystick in his possession, Markous felt a newfound sense of confidence as they set out on their quest. The vibrant pink light illuminated the waystick, symbolizing the hope and determination that now burned brightly in Markous's heart. He knew that, with Aziza's encouragement and this exceptional tool, they were better equipped to navigate the mysteries that lay ahead and bring their companions safely back to the fold.

If I hadn't stopped Manav, maybe the little child would have been injured. "I remember this incident. The little boy was injured because he was hit by a car; today it was the same. The incident almost happened again. That little boy and his clothes were the same. Is it true that I went back to the past? Did God really give me a second chance?" I kept thinking about everything that was happening, and there was one thing I could do: go to the hospital and have my womb checked. "Let's go to the hospital first," I said to Manav.

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

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