Mcfly's Back To The Future Novels & Stories

What the heck is wrong with you August? With that realization, a decision came to me. This might be the most ridiculous decision I ever made in my entire existence, and that would be returning to the academy. The day after. I packed my things again. Their driver, Gen, will take me to the Academy. I have a return pass so my entry will not be a problem. I loaded Pearl and Fyro was walking behind me. Pearl was so happy knowing that we will return to the Academy. It's so exciting to the point that I stayed up late last night because of its chatter and wondering if we're going back to the Academy today.

Holding the phone, I didn't say a word. "Do you want to leave the office for a moment?" Mike kept his voice down. "It's fine." … At 2:20 pm, a black Maybach stopped in front of the Federal Aviation Administration building. I stood in front of the window on the third floor and watched Zachary get out of the car. It had been 20 years. He seemed older than he did in the photo. His sideburns had turned gray, but he was still standing upright. He wore a navy blue coat with perfect cutting. The way he walked reminded me of Uncle Peter's words.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

I make it to my hotel, throw my things in a suitcase, and book the first flight to New York. As the plane takes off, I look out the window at San Francisco disappearing below. I came here to find Maya. To win her back. To build a future together. Instead, I destroyed any chance we ever had. And the worst part? I deserve every bit of pain I’m feeling. Because she’s right. I am a Moore. And Moores destroy everything they touch.

"The Fisher family is truly untouchable. Even after all that mess in the education system, she walks away clean." Just then, a silver Mercedes pulled up behind the Maybach.

Eighteen years had passed since I left London. Right now I was stepping on my car's gas pedal. I was driving along the main city road, my fingers tapping the steering wheel casually. Outside the window, giant screens on tall buildings were displaying my own face. On every corner of the city, my photo was plastered, wearing a white doctor's coat, my black hair flowing, and my face showing no signs of aging after 18 years. Beneath my photo, written in large letters: Dr. Alissa Mariana - Best Plastic Surgeon 2026.

"Bree, don't be like this. Come on, be a good girl—just book the next flight. I'll buy you ice cream when you get there, I promise." With that, terrified of missing the plane, he grabbed Mia's wrist. "Mia, come on—we're going to be late." Mia glanced back at me, a flash of hidden triumph in her eyes, though her face wore a mask of regret. "Bree, I'm so sorry. I'll give him an earful on the plane for you, I promise! We'll be waiting for you in the mountains!" I thought I'd do what I always did—stand there crying, feeling wronged, or stubbornly buy the next ticket and chase after them.

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!"