Im Not A Regressor Novels & Stories

But my mind wouldn't rest, it kept drifting back to that arrogant boy. "What did he say his name was again? Ah, yes... Aiden Moon," I muttered to myself. So, he really was the son of the great Alpha Toran. Yet, he didn't seem to share his father’s aura, the kind of presence that felt dark, overshadowing, and filled with dread and terror. Aiden just seemed shallow. Also a victim of his father’s dreadful nature. I shook my head, pushing the thought out of my mind, I got up lazily to head to the bathroom for a shower when the doorbell rang.

A businessperson focused solely on profit, not on relationships. I picked up my phone and dialed my assistant's internal line. "Notify all employees to gather in the main conference room tomorrow at 9 AM sharp to discuss the final optimized plan for this year's team-building activities." On the other end of the line, my assistant's voice hesitated. "Mr. Sander, are we... compromising with them?" "No." I looked out the window at the media waiting for their chance and uttered, "It's time to make them pay for their greed."

I shrug at him and look up to meet his eyes. “The way you treated me; your reasons don’t make sense. You were so harsh, so cruel.” I say bitterly and he nods. “I have no good reasons. Just know I regretted my actions long before you became my mate.”

"Remember Jessica from high school?" "Yeah, umm, her sister is Regina, right?" "Right." "Well what about her? Isn't she in Canada?" "No. She's back and wants us to reconnect." "Dude. No." "And that's not the half of it," I went on. "What else?" I knew Zack and the way he can get when told new information about my personal life and affairs so I let it go. I heavily exhaled a breath and raked my hand through my hair. A beer wasn't cutting it so I ordered a very strong drink and downed the first glass before pouring myself another one.

Livia was unaware that a regressor has the ability to identify another regressor based on its sign. The woman hesitated for a moment, her eyebrows arching inquisitively. “Don’t deny it, Miss. I know you are one because you have the signs of a regressor,” the man told her. “What sign?” Instead of providing direct answers, she also asked him. “The white circle on your forehead that is indicative of a regressive individual. There’s no need to deny it, because I know you can see it too,” the man said, gazing into her eyes.

Every time Yuvan regressed, his memories from the previous life were wiped clean. I was the only one who remembered any of it. Yuvan told me I was the World's Chosen One. If I died by violence, this world would collapse entirely. The small world had been triggering my regressions to protect me. Because of that, I was the only one allowed to keep my memories each time. James's repeated attempts to destroy me were his way of getting back at Yuvan and the Temporal Command. Every time he killed me, he was trying to bring this whole world down with me.

Why not me? “Why aren’t you scared of me?” Marcus asked, shocked. “Why should I be? Are you a monster or something?” I replied flatly. “I didn’t mean it like that,” he muttered, eyes digging into mine as if he wanted to read my thoughts. But then he winced, clutching his head. “What’s wrong?” I asked with a small smile. “I couldn’t read your mind,” he admitted, confused. I burst into laughter. “Oh my god, my stomach hurts. I can’t stop.”

I don't think any princess would let anyone work on her as I do. Again, my mood turned sour as memories of everything came back to me. No, Hope... don't get there. I stopped myself before I got lost in my misery again. I can't let my problems overwhelm me. I was brought out of my reviver at the mention of my name. I drop my attention back to Noah, only to find his facial features pulled together into a concern. "Oh sorry, I have a habit of spacing out", I instantly added and laughed it out, but it clearly didn't work out as his expression didn't waver.

“How does moonshine affect me now?” I feel confused. “Whatever brainwashing they did, it’s nearly out of my system. How can-” Fera looks grim, “I don’t know. You seem fine aside from this weakness. But I can’t say how much damage moonshine can do to you now that it has been reintroduced. It seems that we may have miscalculated what moonshine is capable of.” Her hands is on my chest and it glows. “What are you doing?”

Rogan shook his head, "not when it comes to friends and people we care about. Anyway, Nicole and Marcus, you will see I gave you both a billion to start your lives over. You can get the treatment you need, Nicole.” Nicole looked at Jack with tears and then at Angela, "Why did you tell him?" Angela looked puzzled, "we never told him anything." "He is the best in the world regarding finding things and getting things sorted out. He is A Level programmer. He can shut down a bank within minutes, and they won't be able to trace him. As for his sister Jessica, she is a skilled businesswoman, who can read minds and body language, and that's how she knows you are pregnant.”