Is Younger Coming Back Novels & Stories

He asks looking around before turning his gaze back to me and trailing his eyes over my body. “I come out here whenever I want to contemplate life.” He cocks his eyebrow at me. “Contemplate life? You’re what fourteen? How much life do you have to contemplate?” He asks with a chuckle. “I’m fifteen thank you very much. I’m only a year younger than you. You jerk.” “Exactly, I’m a year older with basically nothing to contemplate so much could you have?”

she said in a tiny voice. They entered a large office with a nameplate that read "Dr. Robins Tyla," where a very young-looking doctor sat. "Welcome, please have a seat," Dr. Tyla greeted his new patient, who looked vaguely familiar. "Thank you," they replied, sitting down. "Amazing," D-Black muttered, drawing a curious glance from the doctor. "Aren’t you quite young to know this much about what you do?" "I believe knowledge comes from determination, not age," the doctor replied.

Liam frowned slightly and his expression turned back into a warm smile. "So... Why did you suddenly disappear before? You didn't say anything and just go 'poof'" Kathilyn asked with a pout. She was so devastated when Liam suddenly stopped playing with her on her childhood day. "Something happened, but it's a story for another time. Gotta go to work, see ya." Liam patted Kathilyn on her head and walked away into the building. Kathilyn couldn't help but smile, reminiscing how Liam used to pat her head to comfort her back in the day.

I stared at him in shock as tears instantly blurred my vision; I had been reborn, and I had gone back to the year when fate had taken a turn. In my past life, I had passed up on the acceptance letter to study abroad for Ethan. I gave up on my dreams, my medical career, and my entire life. I once thought staying by his side was happiness. But that happiness was nothing more than a cage disguised as tenderness. Choking back sobs, I said in a trembling voice, "I'm not giving up on it, Mr. Moore… I want to go to Verenza." George was stunned, then broke into a relieved smile. "Really? That's wonderful news! Now this is the Elara I know!"

EMILY Five years ago, when I left this town, I never expected to come back. Of course, at first, I wanted to return—to my parents, my friends, to have my life back. But life had a cruel way of burying those feelings deep inside me. The idea of returning under these circumstances only made everything worse, but my father needed me, so I had to be strong and face whatever came my way, swallowing my ghosts and nightmares for his sake.

“But I’m not going back.” Ten years later, in the summer, I took Lily back to the small southern town where we once lived. I stood in Jax’s old courtyard. I closed my eyes. I could almost see him there, smiling. You broken-winged eagle, he'd said. Don't be afraid. One day, you'll fly higher than any of us. I held Lily’s hand, my heart peaceful and free. He was right. I was already flying.

Aunt Linda is one happy and strong woman I know, the only family Mia and I have. I could still hear Mia’s weak little voice from last week’s video call. “Sammy, I want to run again?” Eight years old and fighting harder than anyone I knew. I had to make them proud. I had to keep her alive, my parents won't be happy if I don't fight, or so I told myself. My fingers found the gold engagement ring on my right hand. I had slid it back on when I picked it from one of my bags earlier today.. Marcus’s ring.

Just as I'd taken a few steps backward, someone suddenly patted me on the shoulder. I turned around to see who it was and saw Ophelia there. "Peregrine Garrison, don't be rude. This is Ms. Martinez." "Peregrine Garrison?" "Yes. This kid has been with us from a young age. He's already 18 years old, so he's past the age for any legal adoption. He's now on summer break from the local college here, so he's helping me out in the orphanage." I secretly sighed when I heard Ophelia introducing him to me. Luckily, he wasn't Perry Grayson…

"How are you holding up with the bench life? We saw the news, man... heard the rumor that you might not ever go back to the field." "The rumors are bullshit," I said quickly, lifting my chin because I refused to let anyone look at me with pity, especially not guys I used to run laps around. "I'm not letting this bitch of a knee stop me. I'm already rehabbing, so you guys better expect to see me back at the Under-20 qualifiers soon." They all laughed, the sound easy and familiar, and for a second I actually felt like a normal guy again instead of a broken pawn in my father's game.

Just before the results were announced, new regulations came down from above. I was reluctantly removed from consideration due to not meeting the age requirement. I had casually complained about this to Sophia, not expecting that she would take it to heart.