Backwards B Novels & Stories

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

But I fall short of my statement because I suddenly see someone that makes me take a step backward. The beta.

I didn't want to do it now but maybe tomorrow morning would be a better choice. "Chi!" Ama yelled from the back door "dinner time" . I signed in disappointment that I couldn't explore today. "I'll be back for you okay?" I said before going back inside. I felt like it responded. "I'm not going anywhere". Might have just been my imagination but it felt like it had truly said those words to me. ***

'The back is clear. ***

I knew I was forming a blush on my face damn mate bond. Beta Nick walked up to me " Good takedown , where did you learn that at ? " He asked because I am sure he had never seen an move like that . " A friend had taught me some time ago. " I told him without saying the details. " Uh… well lucky you " he said walked over to Alpha Kane . Something said between them because they're mindlinking each other . I looked at my sisters and needless to say, their eyes were wide as saucers.

I text back a single word. Yes.

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

Because of design. He stopped again. Mid-step. And forced himself backward. The system reacted instantly. UNNECESSARY RESISTANCE DETECTED Adrian smiled faintly. “There it is,” he said. Anna felt the same moment. A spike. Sharp. Clear. The system did not like backward motion. Not because it was impossible. Because it broke prediction. Anna whispered, “So forward is default.” No response. “But backward is choice.” Still no response. Elsewhere, Adrian spoke again. “You built a path where agreement is easier than refusal.”

Only one path left. Through.

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)