Don't Look Back Novel Novels & Stories

I shoved her away forcefully and, thinking about the gift Lily mentioned, hurried back home. It was true. I hadn't returned home in a long time. When I got back, I was instantly enveloped by a heavy sense of cold emptiness. The gift Lily had mentioned was sitting alone on the table. I looked at the note and suddenly felt a tightness in my chest. Was this just another tactic Lily was using to get my attention? But how could she be so cruel, using our child's life to provoke me? "Lily! Come out! You shouldn't lie about a miscarriage just to make me care about you! Come out and explain yourself!"

My hand shook as I pressed the pen to paper, but I kept my words short and final: Marcus, Don’t follow me. Don’t look for me. You destroyed what we had, and I’m done. Let me go, or you’ll only hurt us both more. Ella I placed the note on the table, weighing it down with a mug, and took one last look at the apartment. This was goodbye—not just to Marcus, but to the life I’d been trying to build in Venice. I didn’t know where I’d go next, not exactly, but for now, I’d stay in the city, hiding in plain sight. Venice was a labyrinth of narrow streets, hidden alleys, and forgotten corners. I could vanish here, blend into the crowds, become someone new until I was ready to leave for good.

FATED TO THE MYSTERIOUS ALPHA (18+) A lovely hello to all my readers. Hope you have enjoyed the story of Don and Kate. I'd like to take up a little time of your's to give you a glimpse of the new book that will be released soon. PROLOGUE: “W-why are you looking a me like that?” My voice trembled as I took a tentative step backward. My poor heart beat faster when he moved towards me, his eyes glowering like I’ve never seen before. Tiny hairs on the back of my neck pricked in awareness as he scanned me from head to toe, as though he was undressing me with his dark grey orbs.

He stared at it in concern while she shrugged his worry away. "Oh! It's just a little burn. Don't worry about it." Reaching out his hand, he took hold of her wrist and headed to a room. "Let's go. Get your wounds dressed." "Huh?" She had started writing her romance novel's first draft on her laptop. She started the first chapter by noting the incidents that happened to her as a medium. While writing, she reached a moment in the story that forced her to think. "When Gu Wei started applying ointment to Mao's bruised hand, she..."

My eyes stayed forward this time. Later that day I felt the urge to read a novel . It's been a while. Years actually. I stopped when I got a phone because there was no need anymore. But now it felt like the phone was just distracting me more than helping. So I picked up a novel I brought from home. I had never opened it before, so it was a bit dusty. The title read "Behind Her Eyes". Sounds mysterious. I didn't even know when I fell asleep. A knock on my door woke me up.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

I got into the car and never looked back. Behind us, Charles Hart drowned in his own ruin, clinging to wreckage. Ahead of us, I was racing toward my own vast stars. The End

I reacted with a jolt and wrestled my baby back into my arms. In the tussle, the baby's pants slipped down, revealing his chubby, bare legs. Jasmine's face drained of color, and she let out a piercing scream. Derick, who had just ended a call, looked at her with a furrowed brow, puzzled. "What happened?" Jasmine's gaze was locked onto the baby, then snugly rewrapped in my arms, her voice shaking. "Why doesn't Ayden have a birthmark on his legs?"

Cesare didn't say a word and simply drove away. It was a rainy night, and I couldn't get a ride. The roads were slippery, and I fell, slicing my calf with a wound nearly ten inches long. I lay there for what felt like forever before I could even move. Once the pain subsided, I limped and gritted my teeth, walking four hours back to my apartment. After tending to my wound, I saw his message. [Stop obsessing over one person. There are plenty of fish in the sea.] At dawn, I burned that suitcase downstairs, letting eight years of love turn to ash.

You couldn't stand the way people looked at you, so your mom chose a donor egg from a sperm bank, and she carried the baby. "And that baby, you passed off as your own. "Bad luck for me, you've set your sights on me." I pulled out an aged piece of paper, light and flimsy. However, it held the record of James's accident and every receipt for his treatment and recovery. As memories of my past flooded back, I inhaled deeply and pressed on, "I've never been pregnant. "Everything, the whole childbirth ordeal, was a sham. I never caught on because you had me under your spell.