Look Who's Back Novel Novels & Stories

Sunny said eagerly, almost desperately. Zayne raised a hand, cutting her off. “Stop.” “Huh?” “Who told you I’d ever take you back?” He tilted his head slightly. “You think I’d go back to you?” A faint, almost amused smile crossed his lips. “Never.”

It made my chest tighten. He launched himself at me, and I caught him instantly, his small body slamming into my chest with complete trust. "You're back!" He said excited. "Susan said you had to go somewhere important. Was it fun?" "Not exactly," I said, adjusting him on my hip. His arms wrapped around my neck, and something in me settled. "But I'm back now." "Did you bring me anything?" "Gio," Hailey warned. "We don't ask for things..." "Actually," I pulled a small figurine from my jacket pocket, "I did."

It's sweet and sour, a very refreshing and appetizing combination. … The clients ate happily. Kenneth and Emily exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, convinced that this business deal was already in the bag. The other colleagues also felt success was imminent and began raising their glasses to toast the two of them. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious. Just then, one of the clients' wives, Aini Baccus, asked, "Why hasn't Ms. Hardings arrived yet?" Kenneth's smile froze for a moment before he forced one back onto his face.

Lina sat on one of them, leaning back in it with her legs crossed. “The star of the show is here,” she announced as soon as she saw me. She stretched a hand in my direction, causing heads to turn. “Arya is back from the dead, and we are here to celebrate her.” Edgar slid a hand around my waist, guiding me towards the table. “Oh Arya!” A woman cried out. It was none other than Lily Ashford, the chairwoman of the golf club. “I’m so glad you survived. It must be so confusing for you. Losing your memory and coming back to…” She glanced around. “All of this.”

The evening air carried a hush that felt almost sacred a calm that didn’t belong to the city, but to moments that waited patiently to be understood. She sat on the edge of her bed, the paper bag resting in her lap. The book inside it was familiar, like a fragment of another life she had once lived in full color. She traced her fingers along its edges, and it felt heavier than she remembered not by weight, but by memory. He had returned it. After all this time.

Lucien The moment I opened my eyes, the first thing I noticed was the pain at the back of my neck. Did someone strike me from the back? I suddenly remembered an unfamiliar woman who had told me that she knows the way back to my pack while I was currently taking out the chains that wrapped on my wrist and ankles—even breaking my own bones just to slip free—felt them splinter and bend unnaturally beneath the restraints. When my hands finally came loose, I tore the shackles from my ankles as if they were nothing more than brittle vines.

But even after checking every corner… there seems to be no one who did so… “Kianna” Again.. with that voice “Who is it?” “Kianna” As soon as I looked at my back, my surroundings changed. Woosh “Four?” I can see it. That mark of a number four in her. “Wait… why am I here? Did you call for me?” Slightly nodding her head, it still gives me creep on how I was talking to myself. I feel like I would be crazy… not that… I think I already am crazy. “Why? What happened? Is something wrong?”

My gaze drifts to the elderly woman. She’s beautiful, an older version of Sydney—this must be her mother. The elderly man has Sydney’s eyes and the same shape of nose, making it clear they’re family. “Oh, Mr. Blake, good morning, sir. Good to see you’re back,” Ethan greets the elderly man. Mr. Blake nods in acknowledgment. “How are you, Ethan?” he asks, but his eyes remain fixed on me the entire time, making it uncomfortable. Ethan glances between me and Mr. Blake, puzzled by the man’s intense stare. It’s as if he’s trying to piece together why Mr. Blake is looking at me in such an awkward way, but he can't place it.

she murmured softly as she slid into the seat. He closed the door with a quiet click, circling around to the driver’s side. Moments later, the car purred to life, and they eased into the flow of traffic, heading back toward Queens. As the city lights blurred past them, Natalia found herself gazing out the window, her mind spinning with thoughts of Damien, Camila, and the life she’d carefully kept hidden for so long.

asked Celia who had returned from the bathroom. Liam and Audrey looked at each other.