Click Reverse: 1999 Novels & Stories

" 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

Can we go back to the days our love was strong? Can you tell me how a perfect love goes wrong? Can somebody tell me how to get things back The way they used to be Oh, God give me a reason I’m down on bended knees “Did you call me to have a concert over the phone?” I suddenly stopped I was speechless. “Hey!”

Of course. Minnie dropped her stuff at her desk and opened her drawer, pulling out her jar of cocoa butter. She rubbed it into her hands slowly, ritualistically. Her palms were dry from stress. And if she was going to shake this donor’s hand, it had to be soft. Firm. Confident. She looked around her office. Posters of The Specials, No Doubt, and Debbie Harry in all her glory filled one wall. Her old Doc Martens sat beside her diploma from a state school that took a chance on her. Bright throw pillows. Cluttered bulletin boards. A lava lamp.

I roll my eyes, "I like to be fully informed if I'm going to overthrow a government." "True, true. Continue," she smiles. "As I was saying, she attended Georgetown University in Washington, D.C., and she went on to work at a science lab in Georgetown." "What lab?" "I think it was called Arel or Arial-something starting with an A--" "Aural Laboratories," she interjects. "Right. So we know where we're going." "And the Reversal took place on," she checks her phone, "December 31, 2020."

I leaned closer and whispered on his ear. "My time was reversed too and this is my second life, my reversed time..."

Claire Spencer moved in too, staying with them under the title of Adrian’s cousin. After they got together, Zoey treated Adrian with nothing but care—always attentive, always saying yes. Slowly, Adrian started to warm up. He wasn’t cold anymore. He even began responding to her on his own. Zoey thought she was getting close. That the contract would be fulfilled any day now. But what she didn't expect... was that in the next ninety-three chances, not once did Adrian choose her over Claire. On the ninety-third attempt, Claire bought a bottle of acid—and tried to throw it in Zoey's face.

After I settled into my new residence, I received a string of messages from members of the original pack. "Lily! Where are you? Eva has completely messed up everything. We can't manage anything at all right now." "She doesn't even understand the most basic management rules. I really don't get why Alpha made her our Beta." The complaints continued to come one after another. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I didn't respond to a single message. I calmed myself and started to learn the affairs of the Howl of the Moon Pack gradually. My father found me an assistant named Zach Earle. With his help, I had everything in the Howl of the Moon Pack running smoothly within just one

From that point on, I stopped skimming the comments and started actually studying them. I worked to understand what people meant when they talked about sweet moments and shipping couples. Then I came across a word I'd never encountered before. Transmigration! The moment I applied it to Tristan's sudden change in personality, everything clicked into place. However, I needed proof before I could act on it. I didn't know when the foreign soul had taken over his body, so I used acupuncture to seal his pressure points. That technique did more than just put him to sleep. It had a second effect. It would trigger a relapse of his old soul-untethering condition.

said an artificially intelligent voice. "Your mom won't use the date and birth of anyone. She will likely use something someone would least expect, something east, but we won't expect that because it's too east." "How about a name?" "A name with six letters?" “It can't be because it's numeric, Angela.” Claire paced back and forth, “it could be the coordinates to this exact location.” "Can't be that. If it were, it would be a long digit." Angela Answered. Angela then randomly punched the date, month and year her mom passed away, 100922.