Book Rewind Novels & Stories

Ali"Actually I am not in contact with her I can give you her contact number. You can ask her to collect it." Ash "No no its fine. Give it to me. We will handover it to her. " waiter "Sure mam." After he went in to take it. I looked at Ash. Ali "What's the need of that?" Ash "Its fine Ali. It must be expensive. If you are not comfortable I will return it to her. Don't worry." After that Waiter came back and gave me the ring. I was shocked. It was the ring I gave her on our first date. Why is she still keeping it?

Claire took her drink and walked out, climbing into the bulletproof range rover. “I so wish I was her.” said the male cashier. “Fred, get back to work and stop dreaming .” said his boss.

She waved the key in her hand and said contemptuously, "Aren't you always so smart and capable? I never thought there would come a day when you had to beg me for something." "Mom, I'll agree to any of your requests if you just give me the key…" Rhonda cast me a sideways glance. Then, she said nonchalantly, "Well, it's nothing much. I'm going on a trip with my friends next month. Those ladies will be wearing expensive jewelry during the trip, but I won't have anything to wear—" "Mom, you want the set of gold jewelry I have, right?" I asked, cutting her off before she could finish. "I'll get it for you right now!"

I ended the call with the remodeling contractor and picked up the bank card that held 150 thousand dollars. Time was running out, but I still had to get everything bought today and pile up supplies before the zombies hit. In my past life, Leo swindled me out of that money. In this life, it had to stay my lifeline. I rushed to the nearest warehouse club, grabbed a cart, and headed straight for the food section. I told the staff, "I need to buy in bulk. It's for a big company team-building event."

Back then, we had lamented that we could have stayed there instead had we not booked the hotel. So, I hurriedly suggested that we shouldn't rush to book anything yet. We could check out the area first. Then, I casually "discovered" the retreat. Sure enough, everyone preferred staying there, and we successfully avoided going to the old hotel from our previous life. This was Lionel's first time in a place like this, and he looked like a country bumpkin visiting a grand mansion. Seeing his simple-minded and somewhat foolish excitement made my heart swell with emotion. Lionel was my best friend. In my previous life, I woke from dreams filled with regret on countless nights. I regretted bringing

His body hit the wall and then the floor. Shaba opened the office door and ran over to a monitor. Below the monitor sat a joystick and some buttons. She moved the joystick and noticed that the view on the monitor changed. “How do I rewind this thing?” She asked. The clerk raised his head, he was barely audible but said “You have to press the rewind button.” Shaba started hitting buttons until she noticed the monitor’s picture seemed to be moving backwards.

"You're right, my love. We can't let a nasty woman like Amelia ruin our wedding day. Hurry up and leave! We don't want you here ruining our wedding!" I smiled faintly. "Sure. But before I leave, please give me back the five thousand dollars you owe me!" Timothy had come to me and asked to borrow five thousand dollars to prepare for the wedding gifts. I had lent him the money without hesitation, already treating him as my brother-in-law. But now, I had to make sure he paid me back in full! Timothy panicked. "What nonsense are you talking about? When did I ever owe you money? I took out the IOU note he'd written for me before and showed it to him. "Look here, it's stated clearly in writing tha

And without another glance, she turns on her heel and walks away, her posture rigid and disciplined. Dante shoots me a look, and we both stifle a laugh. “Bet her wolf’s more Chihuahua than wolf,” he mutters as he scoots closer to the screen. He taps at the keyboard, enters Redmoon, and waits for the system. A moment later, a small queue of recorded footage floods onto the monitor. Dante clicks through folders, dates, times, until he lands on today’s recordings. He begins rewinding the feed. “Can you make this any slower?” I ask, squinting at the poor resolution. The camera’s grainy, figures are smudged shadows; faces unrecognizable.

No one moved after the tape stopped. The soft whir of the cassette player became the only sound in the storage unit. Rebecca stared at it as if willing it to continue. There had to be more. There had to be. Sebastian pressed the play button again. Nothing. He rewound the tape. Pressed play. Claire's voice returned. "If my children ever hear this..." Again, the gratitude to Richard. Again, the plea. Again, the devastating words. "Take the boy."

Sarah concluded. ___ The next morning, Ann went to the office. She had received permission from her doctor to return gradually, as long as she avoided stress and excessive physical activity. She walked into the building carrying a folder. Several employees greeted her warmly. "Good morning, Mrs. Daniel." "Good morning." "We're glad you're back." "Thank you." She smiled. For the first time in a long time, returning to work didn't feel like an obligation. It felt like returning to a part of herself. When she reached her office, a message was waiting. “Please come to the conference room at 10 a.m.”