Back To The Classics Novels & Stories

Rest now, tomorrow we go back to the castle and finish what we started. #

this and his body Making the members present gasp and step back. - You have a lot of nerve, to dare to come back after everything you have done in my kingdom, you dare to deceive the vigilance of my secretary and dare to enter my office, in a family meeting, in addition to acting arrogant, I'll give you three minutes to get out of here if beyond three minutes you're still here, I assure you that you'll never see the sun again said Caleb, angrily emphasizing each of his words

"I'm sorry." "It's alright." Rosewood replied still looking at the kids' door before turning his attention back to Vontrap. "You have something else on your mind Vontrap. Say it." Vontrap exhaled before asking. "What do you plan on doing?" Vontrap asked after a few seconds of hesitation. Rosewood smiled meeting Vontrap's eyes. "Bringing her back is the best option." "Have you thought of why you want to bring her back?" "What do you mean?" "Is it because of the falling profits and invests or because you really want her back?"

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

he said. But later, when Meredith learned that I'd chosen to marry Landon, she blatantly mocked me. "I heard the zombies are so far gone that they're about to get kicked out of the Otherkin Alliance, Annabelle. They can't even feed themselves. Let's hope you don't starve to death before even getting pregnant! "Things are the opposite with the Whitefang pack. I heard they're so wealthy that they can afford to add precious herbs even when taking baths. Well, if you're willing to grovel at my feet and beg me, I'll consider giving you some of my leftovers."

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

Everything you took from me, I will get them back so don't get too excited because I will strike back"Theresa Mo thundered. Molly Mo almost puked out blood for anger. How dare this girl talk to her like this? She would deal with her that she will never forget in a hurry. " Don't blame me, if I come back hard and strike on you"Molly Mo threatened and stood up, walking out of the office furiously. Theresa Mo watched her leave and wondered what kind of woman Molly Mo was. Is she so shameless or does she think she is still so naive like she was in the past when she tricked her? Even if she is still so naive, can someone believe the same jokes twice? Will she sheepishly fall prey to her traps aga

Sarah wake up next morning feeling sore all over body, flashback of what happened yesternight came into her head and a warmed smile left her mouth. She looked around and her eyes welcome the familiar room she knew since she was young. It hasn't change since she left. She walked lazily out of her to the bathroom and notice some little things change in there, like her toothbrush was replace with another one and all her bath bomb was nowhere to seen. She signed; well, she didn't expect it to be the same as she left it months ago.

Then I look around, making sure that I have gotten everything. I get into my Toyota Yaris Hybrid and drive back to work. Unlike before, the drive to work was nice, and I’m in a cheery mood. I can't wait to see the look on Christine's face she sees Calvin after so long. I return to work and get everything ready. I go towards my personalized locker and take out my ballet shoes, then swap them out for my sneakers. I find a nearby bench and begin the long task of tying the shoes around my ankles and lower calves.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.