Don't Look Back Novel Novels & Stories

The window faced north, so it never got any sun. When Antonio came to visit, he stood at the doorway for a long time, stunned. "Don Moretti, this place—" "Don't call me that again," Lorenzo cut him off, his voice unnaturally calm. "I'm not one anymore." Antonio opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he swallowed his words. He put down the food and supplies he had brought, then hesitated for a moment before pulling a photo from his pocket. "We took this during our previous investigation," Antonio said. "Ms. Bianchi… She looked well."

Furious and with nowhere to vent, he could only roar in anger, "Daisy Boyle! You think you're so brave? Fine! Don't ever come back! I want to see just how far you'll get without me!" After a quick wash and a change of clothes, Ryan headed for the study, ready to tackle the stack of overdue files. But the moment he walked in, he noticed two neatly placed documents on the desk. He picked up the top one without thinking. When he read the title, he froze. He had no memory of the private agreement at all. But as he unfolded it and read through the old terms from nine years ago, each word stirred faint, long-buried memories. "How is this possible? Why don't I remember any of this?" he muttered.

The craving, the missing, the disappointment—it all started fading. By the time I was almost free of thinking about him, Nathan showed up again. He called me with a new number. "You think you're slick, huh? Running off to Eltoria without telling me? And staying away this long?" He sounded like he was complaining. "Come back. Now that I'm finally free, I'll travel with you." I answered flatly, "No, thanks. I'm traveling right now. Why should I drop everything just to run back to you?"

The crowd erupted in an uproar. Kenneth had not expected me to have a backup plan. He shouted angrily, "Don't believe her! She's a scheming woman who's always framing others!" "Really?" I shot back sarcastically. "The public isn't blind. Let them judge for themselves. Why are you getting so worked up all of a sudden?" As I spoke, I played the video on my phone. Burned once in my previous life, I had learned my lesson. This time around, I had befriended the banquet hall manager early on. Every move in the hall had been recorded from start to finish and downloaded onto my phone.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

And he did not look back down. The moment had a specific quality that I understood before I'd finished processing it, the way some things are known by the body before the mind catches up, the way the body says this is different before you've assembled the evidence for why. He looked up and the reflex that should have pulled his eyes back to the page, the habitual, the managed, the version of him that returned to documents the way a compass needle returned to north, did not complete. His eyes stayed. He was looking at me from the end of the table and he was not, I crossed the room to my usual chair and he was not looking away. His expression.

My eyes locked onto a photo of a couple watching the sunset, their silhouettes forming a heart with their hands. "Being with you is like living in a cotton candy cloud," read the caption. Golden sunlight bathed the distant mountain peaks. It was the breathtaking view I'd always dreamed of seeing. I'd begged Jerry to take me there countless times, but he was always "busy". After sending a clapping emoji, I let out a wry smile. My phone buzzed with a notification. Jimmy Norwood from the Warwolf pack had sent over the employment contract. Without even thinking, I clicked the link and signed.

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I answer here. "Nice choice. That's good." Yuwe said to me and turned his attention back to the book he was reading. I just opened the book and the first thing that caught my eye was the foreword. I didn't even pay attention to the foreword and turned to the next page and immediately saw the introduction. Welcome to Pandora's Mythology. This book contains the past and future. Please read for a better understanding. That's all it says so I turned to the next page.

Before unfolding it. Written on the almost yellow note is a scribble of a child's handwriting. It's a bit hard to read. "Mom sed—those this means said?" I wrinkle my eyes in thin slit. "Mom said to go to the bathroom, but—" But what. I look at the bottom of the note and in a small fading colour, a string of clear words are written. DON'T LOOK BACK. Don't look back, don't look back. Despite the warnings ringing in my ears—