A Way Back Novels & Stories

"Clear the center, add a gazebo, run weekend live sets to boost evening…" "Nadine." Adrian shook his head and took her wrist, steering her toward another path. "Let's just walk." Reaching out, Adrian lightly grabbed her wrist to guide her toward another section of the path. But Nadine’s mind kept racing at full speed, using business strategy as an armor against her own aching heart. "The backyard may not be massive, but with proper landscape zoning, we can feature outdoor seating, a central stage, and..." Wanting to break her out of her intense monologue, Adrian gently nudged her shoulder from behind to steer her away from the performance area.

𝙸𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚑𝚘𝚠, 𝙸 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎. 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏

Looking at the messages, Austin voiced, "Mr. Can you please send us back? We have something urgent to do so we would like to go back." "Ahh, sure."

I can find a way to bridge the gap. To bring them back to each other. To fix what was broken.

He was back. Speak of the devil

I got into my car and watched him walk back to his Bentayga. As we drove out toward the restaurant, I realized something. Moving into this house felt like the start of a new chapter and I loved that Adrian was already a part of it.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

Only one path left. Through.

John and Hewey enter a little tension-filled staring match, and Dewey picks up a remote control like device. "This," he raises his voice to avert the attention to himself, "is the device that can take us back and forth in time. It changes the weather, time, and place of arrival. We've spent years creating this device, speeding up the process when news of the Reversal first came out. We were prepared for this. However, we shielded our possession from the world so that the government could not get their hands on it." "And now," Hewey inserts himself, "We will go back to 2016 in New York City, and pick up a paper for proof."