Bring Me Back Book Novels & Stories

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

“Come back to me, Jack. We need you now more than ever. *********************

" 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

With shaking hands, I picked up the phone and called the dean of my home pack—the one who had tried to bring me back many times before. My voice was hollow, but firm. "Dean… I'm ready to return. I'll come back to our pack."

It blurred my vision. I was still struggling to find my way back when someone grabbed my wrist and pulled me under the slide. The warm touch felt familiar. Kevin.

he said, making Sarah nod her head and leave his office. She went into the ward willow was shifted from the er and sat beside her, Sarah held her sisters hand and leaned her head on their clasped fist. She didn't know how long she had been staring at Willow's pale face and closed eyes and when she fell asleep but she was woken up by the sound of her phone ringing. It was the cleaning service she had booked for noonas bookstore and they were coming today.

It's been three years since she passed away and I would give anything just to talk to her again. Looking down the beach I can see the huge bonfire burning about a mile away in the distance. At the end of every summer, before school starts back up we have a full moon party on the beach. There are bonfires, dancing, and giant glow in the dark mason jars mixed full of 7 different flavors of rum. We start walking in that direction, "I didn't realize they'd be playing tonight." She whispers, squeezing my hand, and laughing excitedly.

Before he could answer, I took my three children by the hand and walked out. Behind me, Jared was struggling against the guards holding him back. His voice grew louder and louder, shouting my name, but I ignored it. Pulling out my phone, I sent a message. [Thank you for inviting me. I’m sorry for ruining your competition.] The reply came instantly. [On the contrary. This incident gave us traffic and revenue. You’re the real queen of profit.] A huge transfer hit my account, followed by another message: [Your payment, and my gift. Nirvana is the perfect name. Congratulations on your rebirth. Can I attend your company’s launch event?]

“Bring it to me.” “Uh… okay. Okay, sir.” When she returns, she hands me a small, leather-bound book. The cover is worn soft, the pages faintly warped from being handled so often. I open it, and her handwriting spills across the pages—small, neat, and impossibly full of a tenderness I never let myself see.

After I died, my soul got detached from my body. Unable to control my own movements, I began floating toward my family. My oldest brother, Leo Wilde, brought out the precious medicinal herbs he had foraged on the snow-capped mountain. He took it upon himself to feed them to my adopted sister, Selena Vanson. Meanwhile, my second brother, Luke Wilde, held Selena's hand gently. His gaze, while tender, was filled with affection for her. "Thank goodness you made the discovery in the nick of time. The dose of wolfsbane is very little, so it's not lethal to you. Otherwise, you could've died."