Never Go Back Novel Novels & Stories

"Where'd you go?" "Nowhere. Sorry. You were saying?" "I was going to ask about the last chapter. The ending." He turned to the back of the book, to the passage I had underlined in pencil months ago in San Diego, before Evergreen existed in my life as anything other than a name on a contract. He read it out loud, slowly, in the slightly self-conscious way people read aloud when they weren't sure if they were doing it right. The boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

"That you are not accommodating. That life is yours as much as it is mine." "It is mine," Ernest said. "Fully. I am not accommodating. I am here." "Yes," Don said. "I see that." "I am not going back," Ernest said. "There is no version of going back that is available to me. The life that was in London before is not a version of the future. It is the past, where it belongs." He held Don's gaze. "No turning back." Don held his gaze. "No turning back," he confirmed.

"You're going back home." What?!

The more I tried to ignore everything that just happened, the more it stuck to my flesh, causing me to groan and leaving me reckless. "Why is he back to New Kingston and what is he planning to do this time around?”

He wasn't easy to persuade, but Noah respected me too. "How can I not worry? Are you with that man in your house? what do you want me to do Every day I will just pass through Hell. Why don't you just go back to the Mansion? Your parents are gone, right?" said Noah. I rolled my eyes lazily "yeah, but I have to solve the misunderstanding between me and Delon. I mean there are a few things I have to take care of, "I replied. Even though I realized that from the beginning, I had planned on making a novel about werewolves, and looking for evidence for the existence of werewolves, so I could achieve my glory again. But I couldn't possibly explain to Noah that detail. I've changed my mind anyway.

“You know, I didn’t think we’d ever get here again.” I pause, setting down my fork. “Neither did I.” He hesitates, then asks quietly, “Do you think we’ll ever, go back to what we were?” I take a breath, considering it. The question deserves more than a reflexive answer. “No,” I say finally. “We can’t go back. But maybe that’s not the point.” He tilts his head, curious. “Then what is?” I meet his gaze, steady. “Maybe it’s not about fixing what broke. Maybe it’s about building something new from what’s left.”

No one I could go back to. So after I’d done everything that I needed to do, I made a rash decision and decided to stay in Italy for a new and fresh start. Things were never really the same with my family after that though. I had changed. I drowned back into my old ways. I tried changing, I thought that if I changed myself, she’d come back to me. But I wasn’t exactly thinking straight. Because she never did come back. Gabriella is and was the only girl I loved and every thing I said to her about my affection was never a lie. Never ever.

"Have it your way, then. But don’t come crawling back to me when you realize that no one else will ever understand you the way I do." As he walked away, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me, mingled with the sadness of what once was and what would never be again. I knew then, with absolute certainty, that no matter how many times he asked, no matter how desperate he was, I could never go back to that life. And I was finally okay with that.

“How could you say that? You know we love you.” “Then why won’t you let me go?” “We can’t just let you move back to New York after what happened two years ago,” he said, voice rising. “What parent would willingly send their child back to the country that almost destroyed her?” The memory burned sharp and unwelcome. “That won’t happen again,” I said quickly. “I was naïve then. I trusted the wrong people. I’m not that girl anymore.” “You’re not leaving. And that’s final.” Tears stung my eyes.

Letting go of his hands, I asked. “It won’t be such a bad idea if you stayed here…at least until we’re sure of whatever is out there and we catch it.” He stuttered and I shook my head in disbelief. “I’m not staying here.” “Look, it’s not safe” He insisted but I raised my voice. “I’m not staying here, Denver. I have to go back” I argued and there was a twisted feeling of deja vu that left me gutted. The past wasn’t about to repeat itself—I was going back to my Pack and whatever happened on the way, I’ll face it. After everything that happened, I didn’t want to spend another second away from Elijah and my