A Way Back Novels & Stories

You must come back to me. *

POV Mike Completely disconcerted, I was unable to say a word for many minutes, the same for my calm brother who had to make a forced stop. Knowing we were incapable of hearing anymore, we decided to continue on our way and resume this conversation another time, but seeing that we received no response from Klaus, we turned back to find Klaus completely lost in another world Simultaneously nodding our heads, Mickaël started the march and I started the music, leaving everyone lost in their thoughts.

Once the hype around Elara's victory had died down, he figured no one would remember the bet they had made. "Ouch!" As Wayne walked through a corridor, he bumped into someone else. That person was tall and strong, so Wayne fell backward after bumping into him. On the other hand, the man Wayne bumped into just walked past him without saying anything. Wayne cursed softly as he struggled to stand up. However, he didn't even glance at the person who knocked him down. He knew he wouldn't be able to mess with someone who could knock him over that easily. With his hand on the wall, Wayne walked out of the building. When he finally breathed in the fresh air outside, he let out a breath of relief. Th

“Then, let me send you back!” “Alright!”

he added before pushing me back inside. To be continued…

She looked at the screen, Benjamin's name showed up saying 'did you get home safe? “Yes, I got home safe. What about you?” Kathilyn replied back, and she waited for him to reply but no answer. She waited until her eyes felt heavy and fell asleep.

But I knew one thing with absolute clarity: we were standing on shifting ground, and the only way to stay upright was together. “Alright,” I said softly. “Let’s get back to work. We rebuild. Brick by brick.” Jenny nodded. “Brick by brick.” As I stepped out of her office, the remnants of the erased headlines flickered in my mind like ghosts, things seen, then unseen. But the truth had already surfaced. And things that surface have a way of rising again.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

“Fine.” “I will be back.”

"W⁠e are going‍ bac‍k to th‌e office." ⁠