Back And Better Than Ever Novels & Stories

“You want more” “Yes.” That was all the answer he needed as he ramped up his pace. Everything from then on felt like being on fire. It was a delicious rhythm of sliding in and out with plenty of interjections. “You like that?” He asked. “You're doing so good, baby.” Somehow I knew he was still holding back and when I squeezed his ass my fingers raked over the skin of his back, and buttocks. He picked up pace and started hitting the exact spot. “Fuck baby, I'm sorry, I can't go slower.”

Itchy soap, but still soap. I’ve never felt better.

We're seeing the change firsthand. He leans down and kisses me softly. This is like New Years... oh wait. "Thank you for this. The future's going to be better because of you." Terra nods with a warm smile. He presses the buttons on the device once more, and the bright light sends us through time. The End.

, she said, and he grinned. “It’s great to be back.”

Worse? It was working.

He reached back in and brought out a box which he opened for me to see the largest, juiciest, most decadent chocolate-covered strawberries a girl could imagine. Thinking back on that day, it really ought to have been the best day ever. But there were so many more days to come—word of advice: never sell yourself short on your best day ever. Keep looking for that next best day and living for the future rather than reliving the past as your only good day. I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man.

Best day ever! Flashback continues in the next chapter…

"What do I do now mother, I have lost it all?." She looked at me, and smiled, "You have me Mirabel. Now listen to me, you have two options — if you want peace? you drink the chemical and die, but if you want justice? Burn everyt hing they love. We strike back, forgiveness is not an option

“Sheena, trust me! I’ll come to you soon! “Go home and get some rest. If they dare to mess with you, just tell me, I will have your back no matter what!” I pushed my suitcase and disappeared around the corner. I let out a quiet, bitter laugh but said nothing. What was the point of pretending to be all loving and devoted at this point?

The words scrolled across the top in a font designed to be clinical and final: WE ALWAYS HAVE BACKUP