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.”

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.

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.

"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?

~ “Them old mistakes are gone, I won’t do them no more That’s old news, there’s new news, I done did that before I turned them into something, my comeback on one hunnid’ Less talking, more action, you just gon’ CiCi coming I just keep elevating, no losses, just upgrading My lessons, made blessings, I turned that into money Thank God I never settled, this view is so much better I’m chilling, I’m winning, like on another level.”~ Rita stood behind the podium and grabbed the microphone just as the song died down.

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.

I stared at him in shock as tears instantly blurred my vision; I had been reborn, and I had gone back to the year when fate had taken a turn. In my past life, I had passed up on the acceptance letter to study abroad for Ethan. I gave up on my dreams, my medical career, and my entire life. I once thought staying by his side was happiness. But that happiness was nothing more than a cage disguised as tenderness. Choking back sobs, I said in a trembling voice, "I'm not giving up on it, Mr. Moore… I want to go to Verenza." George was stunned, then broke into a relieved smile. "Really? That's wonderful news! Now this is the Elara I know!"

I asked now, frowning with my head down slightly. But he only turned towards me with his smile growing bigger. “Never been better, and thanks to you Avery…” his lips parted. “I was so lost in pain and I couldn't even move but now… some- somehow you healed me. You fixed me… I'm back now and I feel better. And I'm really grateful as I would lost my life if it wasn't for you…”

Sarah concluded. ___ The next morning, Ann went to the office. She had received permission from her doctor to return gradually, as long as she avoided stress and excessive physical activity. She walked into the building carrying a folder. Several employees greeted her warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." "Good morning." "We're glad you're back." "Thank you." She smiled. For the first time in a long time, returning to work didn't feel like an obligation. It felt like returning to a part of herself. When she reached her office, a message was waiting. “Please come to the conference room at 10 a.m.”