Back In Time Novels & Stories

“No, but wе hаvе bасk—” I held uр mу hаndѕ tо cut him short. “Oh рlеаѕе, nоnе оf this bасk іn the dау, it’s ѕtаrtіng to gеt оld whеn you hаvе tо hаrk back to the gооd old dауѕ when уоu dіd асtuаllу wіn ѕоmеthіng.”

The most elite figures of the Human Race gathered before the Formation. Even some powerful figures from the Fiend and Demon Realms were present. James was the one who gathered them here. As his strength was limited, he could not return to the Primeval Age without their help. Back then, despite Xandros using the Time Capsule’s power, James could only return 100,000 years in the past. Now, the time period he was heading to was in the Epochs. Even 100,000 Epochs might not bring him back to the Primeval Age.

“Dear diary. How can I get away with murder because I might be killing Aiden soon. He brought out his leg and made me trip and fall in the cafeteria. After all that, he decided to mock me and call me clumsy. I was hot with rage and embarrassment. Jason was also there. I wished the grounds could swallow me up.” The following page was about this family trip she went on with her parents a week before college. They went to Bali. It was such a beautiful sight, and her mum never stopped talking about it for months. The flashback made Clara miss her parents again and the bond they shared. Especially her dad, this whole marriage thing has caused so much drift and turbulence. Clara kept flipping thro

" 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

It was indeed the year 2025! This was three years before everything that had just flashed through my eyes! I had… traveled back in time?!

everyone turned to look at him in expectation. “Let's return, we'll be back.” “And how do we do that?” “Let's return back to our time.” Suddenly, the door burst open. “Andy!” The others stood close to Anderson, including Enboe-21. Anderson quickly hit the time freeze button on his Smart Watch and could feel time pause. The Smart Watch demanded, “Do you want to return back without the effects of your presence, as though none of these ever happened?” “Would we still retain our memories?”

He instinctively gripped it tightly, to the point his knuckles turned white, as if afraid I might see the content. Those few seconds of silence were more piercing than any fights. I stared at him, my fingers clutching my dress. He finally looked up, offering an apologetic smile. "Something urgent came up, Ellie. You go ahead and choose—I'll be back right away." I reached out, holding him tightly. "Don't go, please? Just for today?" My voice trembled, and my fingertips were pale. He lowered his gaze, silent. A few seconds later, still as gentle as ever, he pried my hand away. "I'm sorry. I'll be back as soon as I can."

After thinking it over, I got in the car. It was late, and it was hard to get a taxi in the villa district at this hour. Zayden drove me to the hospital to get my scraped palms treated. By the time everything was done, and I got home, it was already past midnight. I thanked him. Then, unexpectedly, he said, “If you want to get back at Jason, I’m willing to help.” A bitter smile curled at my lips. “You are both in on it together. What revenge could there possibly be?”

Engrossed in contract reviews within her office sanctuary, Sophia's concentration shattered when an email notification from Julian illuminated her phone screen. Her fingertips hovered uncertainly before she accessed the message. The subject line pierced her heart: "Remember This?" Within lay a scanned document bearing a date from three years prior. As she absorbed its contents, the pallor swept across her features. The paperwork represented a private agreement from their marriage – a vulnerable moment she'd desperately tried to erase from memory. "Dear God..." she murmured, fingers quivering against the desk.

I have heard of people, wishing that they could go back in time, to undo, the undone now. At some point, my thoughts had taken me there, where I wished, that night was different. But I know that one can't undo the yesterday, and only today, stares one in the face, for them to take charge of it. I have cried and cried, and all the times I did, I experienced a headache. It didn't help that I had just come back from the hospital, hours ago, feeling really tired and wanting to be alone for some time.