Back To The Future A Novel Novels & Stories

I hugged my resignation papers to my chest, watching the endless stream of cars pass by. My thoughts drifted uncontrollably. I remembered when Sydney had just returned from overseas, Greg had broken company protocol to hire her as his assistant. Back then, he had even explained it to me. “Zoe, she ran into some trouble. I’m just helping out. Don’t overthink it. I’ve known her for years. There’s really nothing between us.” I believed him. I even foolishly helped him with arranging a place for Sydney to live. Yet, what happened after that?

Seemed like Bella did it as a countermeasure, a kind of insurance in case her plan failed. But she actually didn't expect that it'd work that way. She didn't expect to be sent back in time. Gosh, she's crazy. This wasn't even mentioned in the novel. Why did it suddenly turn into a regression novel? At this point, I couldn't even tell what's the genre of this shitty novel anymore. Fuck, I couldn't even believe the content of that novel anymore. Everything was just so different and full of goddamn plot twists. As I continued to read, I noticed the change in the way she wrote from before she was back in time and after she was back. It seemed like, instead of perfecting her revenge plan, she jus

I am woken up by a sharp rapping. "Go away, Meena!" frustrated I can't sleep on my vacation. We went to fairy hill yesterday! What could she possibly want to do today that is so important? But the rapping on the door grows insistent. And then it hits me. I'm no longer in Ireland or in the correct century! Meena isn't here! I open my eyes in a panic, seeing nothing but blackness, and I am disoriented. Remembering yesterday's events, I recall I was in a small cell and a cook for a Prince and Princess of Troy!

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.

“So, have you read any new books yet?” “Nope..” “Oh.. Are you not done with the one you were reading last school year?” “Hmm? Those. I’ve finished all of the seven books.” “What do you think about it?” “It was good. Those who loved it would forever love the books for sure.” She shrugged. She didn’t want to say too much as that would be one big spoiler. She was from the future so she knew things that they are yet to know. She didn’t want to take away that experience from them.

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

I won't be stepping back into Madison's life. "How can you be so cold?" Rosalie asked. "Don't you remember how Madison stayed by your side and looked after you when you were sick?" Hearing her attempt to guilt-trip me, I couldn't help but smile helplessly. "Madison did stay by my side wholeheartedly for a time, and I returned it with the same, or even greater, companionship and dedication. "We're even now. When my illness relapsed later, the person who stayed by my side was no longer your daughter. I've found someone I want to spend my life with. I'm already moving forward, so you should stop looking back as well."

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

Before I could react, my parents, John Denning and Kate Hilton, shared a glance and quickly said, "Oh, Timmy, Amelia insisted on marrying you. She even threatened to kill herself if we didn't let her! Avery was driven away from home by her, so we had no choice but to let Amelia marry you instead!" I returned to my senses, shocked by what Dad and Mom had just said. They were the ones who'd begged me to marry Timothy. Why was I the one who'd insisted on it now? Timothy immediately slapped me across the cheek. "If it weren't for your meddling, Avery and I wouldn't have wasted so many years apart in our previous life! Tell me where Avery is right now, or I'll make sure you never live to see anot

I wish you peace, happiness, and a future without limits. I stared at the screen, my eyes growing warm. I didn't know what that little app had really been—maybe a version of myself from another timeline, maybe the last mercy the universe had decided to give me. I typed two words and hit send. [Thank you.] A gust of night wind swept past. The text thread flickered into a jumble of code and vanished from my phone entirely—as if it had never existed. I lifted my head, looked at Ed, looked at this beautiful, vibrant city, looked at the dazzling future stretching out before me.