Look Back Stories Novels & Stories

He also claimed I sowed discord between him and his sister, which was why Alice chose to stay with me and not acknowledge him as her brother. At that moment, James spoke up. He said he didn't care about my past mistakes. As long as I came back, he would continue to love me. The viewers who once shipped us began to dig for more information about me. My front door was vandalized with red paint. Alice faced insults from strangers on campus. The neighbors no longer looked at me kindly. My account's followers plummeted.

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

She pouted. "Mami, I don't care. All I know is I want you to pack our bags before I return." He snapped. "Someone is on his period" She whispered waving hand at the friendly receptionist. After packing the bags up, she opened the curtains. Looking at the busy street, she will miss taking tea while hussain is hugging her behind. She sighed softly, this is not how she wanted her vacation to end. She wanted to leave a memory behind and now all the memory she will leave behind, is that of her husband fighting his brother.

Don’t even look back if you hear my voice calling for help; just keep moving he added as they went ahead of him into the ‘Land of No-look back’ It was the elders who shared the story of the land to them and why they called it a land of ‘No look back’ their warriors observed many years ago that the forces in that land can’t harm anyone who doesn’t look back, then they went on to share stories of several of their warriors turning into pillars of salt, a rock of stone and into so many types of solid materials. They could see the warriors in their folklores still standing like pillars of salt and stones and several other materials as they walk through the path of this strange land.

It would be more accurate to say that they had not made any progress, even with all the Walters joining force. “Looking back at things from 20 years ago is not an easy task.” Raphael agreed before suggesting “Perhaps you need to think like someone from 20 years ago, the devices and technology that they had access to… They’ve had 20 years to cover their tracks and what they have missed could be buried with the passing of time. You need to entangle the puzzle not from where you are standing today, but from where they started 20 years ago.” Chris nodded as he took in the wisdom hidden in seemingly casual advice. He stood up as his watch beeped “I have to get going. I will come next week.”

At our ten-year reunion, Nathan Naylor, our former class president, starts a game of "Guess Who." Whoever guesses wrong has to drink three. When it's Jessica Slater's turn, she smiles. "There's this guy. He had his pick of the best universities in the country, but he gave up that chance for me. He spent years trying to win me over, doting on me the whole time." Everyone seems to know exactly who she's talking about, and all eyes turn to Dylan Tate. A little tipsy, Jessica gets bolder. "He has this tiny mole on his left hip. It shows when he plays basketball. On graduation night, I licked it." Everyone around the table starts whooping. "Why bother guessing? Just tell us you're together

Anderson turned to look at Felix, the old man with a sneer. He had remained silent the entire time without intervening. That meant if the Sett fellow had attacked earlier, he probably would have sat there silently without doing anything to stop him. “Please calm down. You have to understand, there were so many of us who were brought here on the guise of help. So many who of us who became friends, but are now gone. Sent away never to return, or turned against each other and killed each other. Now, you have become the latest victim. Memory loss. You have to know; you were only gone one day and returned the way you are now.” Felix spoke with a heavy accent. His speech was slow and steady, as if

“It is not easy, you know? I have tried to stop loving you. it is not infatuation. I have loved you for a very long time, but you are right. I should get over it. Our friendship is more important than any other thing. I have missed you.” Jeff heaved a sigh of relief and grinned widely. “Thank goodness. My bel is back. I have missed you so much. Come here.” He opened his arms and pulled Christabel in for a hug. “Awww. They finally got back together.” Karachi yelled out, giggling and jumping up and down like a little child. Christabel and Jeff laughed at that.

“Don’t feel pressured. This isn’t for you. “My title kept rising, but the higher I climbed, the further I drifted from design. What I miss most was that night backstage, helping you rush a new dress after Natalie ruined yours. “I know your company wants to break into the fashion world. You need my expertise, and I need this chance to return to my roots and start over.” I remembered standing helplessly, clutching my destroyed gown that night, and he, then just a design director, stepped in. He stayed up all night for a stranger. Later, he handed me countless opportunities to shine. I smiled, gratitude welling up. “If it weren’t for you back then, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Welcome to Nirva

Her eyes don’t have the lines carved by ten years of disappointment. “Oh my god,” I whisper. I look at the calendar stuck to the wall. A cheap cat calendar Evan’s mom gave us. The date hits me like a punch. May 17th. Ten years earlier. I squeeze my eyes shut, but when I open them again, the numbers don’t change. The mirror doesn’t lie. I really came back. The sound of Evan’s voice through the door makes me jump. “Aria? Are you okay in there?” “I’m fine,” I say too quickly.