Romans & histoires Back From The Brink Book

If this truth surfaced, it could ruin everything—the company, his reputation, the carefully constructed life he’d built since losing Natalia. But beneath the fear was something else; it was a fragile hope, buried deep: maybe there was still a chance. A chance to reclaim what he’d lost. To be the father he’d never been. The door to his home office slid open quietly. His personal assistant, Clara, appeared, concern flickering across her face. “Mr. Carrington, you’ve been at this for hours. Maybe you should rest—” He shook his head. “Not tonight, Clara. There’s something I need to do first.”

It wasn’t luck. It was science. It was this. I pressed my hand to my chest, heart pounding, throat tight. The storm outside roared louder, thunder shaking the windows. I thought of Alexander bleeding, fighting upstairs, risking everything for me while the truth I’d built my new life on began to shatter. “I wasn’t reborn by chance,” I whispered. “Someone… someone brought me back.” But who? The lights flickered. A warning tone filled the air: “Security breach detected. Intruder proximity: Level 1.”

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.

The brick shifted inward, sliding open and inside was a perfectly placed black briefcase. I reached for it, feeling its weight in my hands. For two years, this briefcase had been waiting, untouched. And now, it was mine again. A slow smile spread across my face as I pulled the briefcase out. I opened it and for a moment, I almost burst into tears. All the stress, the fear, the uncertainty, it vanished in an instant. With this money, I could leave Murkwood for good with the kids. I could finally start over. Nothing was lost. I didn’t need to borrow loans from a bank, beg for investors, or rely on anyone else. This was my chance. My real chance.

Real. Her mate found her. Screamed. Thought he was hallucinating. Thought grief had broken him completely. But others saw her too. Confirmed reality. She was back. Actually back. Returned from between. Network exploded. If Sasha returned, could others? Could all of them? Could thousands trapped in between find their way home through Marcus's bridge? Sasha couldn't speak at first. Like Marcus after his return. Too much to process. Too much seen. Too much experienced. Brain struggling to be physical again after months of being pure consciousness.

*** Raven reached for it instinctively. *** And the world snapped back. *** ### The Return The sanctum slammed into focus. *** Stone. Air. Reality. *** Raven collapsed forward— but didn’t fall. *** Victoria held her. *** “I’ve got you,” she said, breath tight. *** Raven exhaled sharply. *** “They pushed back.” *** ### The Aftermath The room was silent. *** Not shocked. *** Worse. *** Understanding. *** Lirael stepped forward slowly. *** “You touched something foundational,” she said.

Nodding, she smiled, "Yes, I just wanted to watch them for a little while. They are so beautiful!" "Well Stephanie, Brock is currently back from the war grounds, and is extremely worried about you right now. Could we please head back to reality?" Stephanie's features twisted with guilt; she hadn't noticed Brock's return, for how could she while trapped in a coma-like state? "I will head back. I am sorry, Sapphire, for worrying everyone." Just as I was about to leave, something hidden in the thicket beyond the trees caught my eye. My mouth dropped open in shock. I needed to make my way to the pack library to consult the prophecies.

The fire of resilience burned bright within my core, refusing to be extinguished by the darkness that sought to envelop me. With steady steps, I made my way back to my room, ready to embrace the healing power of sleep once more. Tomorrow would be a new day, a fresh opportunity to rejoin the pack, and I would be ready to face it head-on. The path to recovery stretched before me, and I was determined to walk it with courage and resilience.

To catch the attention of spoiled heiress Natasha Sturridge, my brother, Samuel Beckford, destroys her 800,000-dollar emerald pendant during a charity gala and trashes a shrine dedicated to her ancestors. Natasha doesn't say a single word and immediately calls the police. However, Samuel assumes Natasha is just playing hard to get. Not only does he crash her wedding, but he also publicly claims she is pregnant with his child. Later, he is beaten within an inch of his life by her bodyguards. Mom and Dad simply stand on the sidelines and watch Samuel ruin his life, despite loving their children more than anything else in the world. It is because both my parents and I have been given a sec

“Then why are you calling?” “Because you are about to cross a line.” Marilyn frowned. “What line?” “The one you cannot come back from.” She tightened her grip on the phone. “I already crossed it.” “No,” he said quietly. “You are standing at the edge and once you take the next step,” he said, “there will be no turning back.”