Can We Go Back This Is The Moment Novels & Stories

I went back in time one year! I shook my head aggressively as my hands flung to my mouth, tears began to drop from my face, No! No! How is this possible, 2023?! How did I get back here?! Just when I thought I had finally escaped and found eternal peace, I was transported back to my horrid past?! Can I know exactly what my offense is?! My phone beeped and I looked down at it, it was a message from Michelle. -“Sis, are you having cold feet?! That’s normal, you don’t have to be nervous, Take your time, we’re all waiting. Xoxo- The message read,

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I need to remember that. "That's right. I want to go back tomorrow." I said, familiar vengeance settling in my bones. Playtime is over.

“We don’t have to go back.” I turned my face into his chest. Listening to his heartbeating fast, and unsteady. “Yes we do,” I murmured. “Because if we run forever, she wins anyway. She’ll just keep pulling strings until we break.” He went quiet for a long minute. “Then we go back,” he said finally. “And we end this. Together.” I nodded against his skin. We have six hours until midnight. Six hours to shower again, dress and arm ourselves with whatever leverage we had left.

“It’s a lot to explain right now, but we need your help. Our kids and I would be returning to the Kingdom.” Nikolai always knew when not to push things, and thankfully, he still knows this time around. He stays silent for a while, but in the end he says, “I will be waiting to welcome you.” And with that, our connection goes silent. Vincent glances at me. “Did he say we could return?” “Yes,” I reply. “And we’ll see what we can do from there.” * * *

After three long years of being shoved to the margins in Aronespire, stepping back into a home where I was cherished was overwhelming. Hot tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.

My jaw tightened, harder this time, as the memory hit me before I could stop it. I remembered the room. I remembered the decision I made back then. I remembered the reason and I remembered what came after. The image shifted slightly as I zoomed in further, and the angle revealed more than I wanted it to. Me. Standing just outside the frame, but visible enough to remove any doubt. I didn’t breathe for a second because I knew exactly what moment this was. The point where I had decided to push forward instead of stepping back. The point where everything could have gone differently.

But it was her eyes—his eyes—that shattered him. Gray. Unmistakably Carrington. “Abuela, who’s that man?” Teresa looked at Damien again, hard and unreadable. Then, with a sigh like surrender, she turned back inside. “Camila, baby, go back to the living room, okay? I’ll be there in a minute.” Camila stared at Damien for another second, curious. “Okay.” She turned and padded away. Only once the girl disappeared did Teresa step back. “You have five minutes.”

Ryan paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "I can offer more money. Is one million dollars enough?" I sighed. My voice was calm as I replied, "Ryan, we're not from the same world. Let's not contact each other anymore." "I can make it two million dollars," Ryan quickly said. "I already lost nine years of freedom. I'm not spending the rest of my life tied to you." My refusal lit his fuse instantly. "Daisy, don't be ungrateful! I'm asking you one last time. Are you—" I cut him off sharply, "I'm never going back to you! Bye!"

She nodded, small, trembling. “Tonight,” she breathed. And that was the moment. No going back. We’d crossed it all, and there was nothing left but this.