Going Back To The Beginning Novels & Stories

Gabriel swallows, his gaze flickering for a second like he’s trying to process it all at once. “I’m not saying this because things are easy right now,” I continue, quieter now but more certain. “I’m saying it because even when things weren’t… it was still you.” Something in his expression breaks— not painfully this time. Just… openly. I take a small breath before adding, “We don’t have to go back to what we were before,” I say gently, my eyes softening. “We can start over.” That makes him look at me again. Really look.

Then Ophelia spoke again. “Run it back.” The room hesitated. Even the system seemed reluctant. The woman frowned. “Why?” “Because something doesn’t fit.” “The attack failed.” “That’s not what I’m looking at.” A beat. “Run it back.” Silence stretched through the chamber. Then the system responded. The displays shifted. Data streams reversed. Events unfolded backward. Entire minutes of activity rewound themselves. The attack replayed. Frame by frame. Every intrusion. Every response. Every decision.

Wrestling with this tragic and infuriating ending, I slowly closed my eyes. Suddenly, I heard static. It was as if the world had been paused. A robotic, emotionless voice rang out inside my head. "Beep! Caleb Johnson, the deceased protagonist of a tragic novel, has been detected. Resentment levels have exceeded the critical threshold of 99.9%. Temporal Rewind Protocol activated." The world before my eyes began to fracture piece by piece. Countless points of light gathered into a tunnel of time. The system's voice rang out one last time, clear and decisive in my head. "Welcome back to the beginning of the story, Caleb. This time, you get to control your life."

A different kind of snap echoes and a static scene flashes and echoes with the words. “You know what, I guess I needed to undo everything, and from that everything I mean. From the very beginning. Shall we, Kyle?” A commanding tone and a sinister smile that satisfied that person. He once more snaps his finger and the time then undoes, breaching the law of space and dimension and undoing everything from the very beginning, where it now goes. “Alliah.” Calling her name, she is restrained to see further as the scene breaks into a million pieces like a mirror shattering to the ground. A voice unknown to her, yet somehow familiar echoes and knocks.

The second before my consciousness completely faded, I used my last bit of strength to say my final words. "I will not... come back to life." The system prompt sounded: [Condition 3 met. Reclamation of your brother's intelligence initiated.] [All return conditions have been met. Reclamation procedure fully initiated.]

In a feverish haze, I heard the doorbell ring. The delivery guy called out, "Delivery for Mr. Hendrick." I smiled as I took it from the delivery guy and thanked him. I was going to laugh at James for being childish. After all, before falling asleep, I had only mentioned that I had a fever. Yet he had already ordered medicine for me. However, when I opened the delivery bag and saw what was inside, my expression froze. Condoms and lubricant were right there in plain sight, and even the toy in my hand made my head spin. Just as I took out my phone, ready to demand an explanation from my husband, a text message suddenly popped up. "This is Sangland Resortworld. Dear Mr. Hendrick, we are de

Across her vision, a thin line of glowing white text flickered again. 𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗭𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡: 𝟱% It felt like a cold needle pricking the back of her brain. Every time the percentage went up, a piece of her own childhood felt a little fuzzier, like a dream she couldn't quite remember.

"You’ve cleared the brush. Now we have to dig up the stumps." I frowned. "What does that mean?" "It means you’re getting comfortable here in your island bubble," Viola said, leaning forward. "Kauai is a beautiful bandage, Zia. But the wound happened in Pennsylvania. You’re twenty-six years old, and you’re finally awake. It’s time to go back to the start. You need to stand on the soil where you lost Zachariah and Mia. You need to see the house Carter grew up in." My heart did a slow, painful roll in my chest. "You want me to go back? To the cold? To the memories?"

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.

The next day, just as the movers arrived, I ran into Leo and Max at the door. Glancing at the boxes, a flicker of unease crossed Leo’s face. “Mia, aren’t those the things you always use? Where are you moving them?” He pointed at the moving truck parked outside. I stayed silent for a moment until Max asked, “Mia, are you moving out?” I did not want them finding out too soon, so I kept my answer vague. “There’s just too much stuff. I’m sending some of it back home.” Leo, ever the oblivious one, did not press. Max, however, immediately picked up on something. “Why are you sending things back? Are you not comfortable living here?”