Never Go Back Novel Novels & Stories

"Go ahead. Enter. But know this: once you step through, there is no turning back." I hesitated for a moment, my instincts screaming at me to be cautious. But I couldn’t stop now. The book is within my reach. I had come too far to back down. Also, It was time to face something stronger. It had been a while since I enjoyed some strong fights. I pushed open the door and stepped into the unknown. "l have to go home before the evening. Anything can wait except my Luna!"

“Thank you for telling me.” “Don’t let him open it, okay?” “I won’t. I promise.” He hugged me again, quick and tight, arms around my neck like he used to when he feared thunder. Then he stepped back. The wavering at the edges of his mind settled a little. “I have to go back soon,” he said. “But I can come again. Now that you know the way.” I nodded, even though my chest felt like it was cracking. “We’ll keep coming. Every time we can.”

"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.

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?”

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

I have to find a way to go home alone, without anyone knowing. Walking in the dark under the light of the moon and stars, the wind was blowing a little hard here. My soul is half believing and half not in this world. Inside, I am filled with confusion. Until finally I arrived at a building lit by lights here. "Tomorrow morning I have to go back to the lake, so I have to see the lake somehow. If my guess is right then I am already in the world of my own novel. I have to accept this fact. I don't dare to set foot on this building, this building is the seat of respectable male and female students, noble families. I know it because I saw them all in the afternoon.

He never made me feel as if I needed to rush or as if I needed to know what was happening next before I was prepared. I nodded, breathing in deeply. "Okay." The quiet between us intensified, somehow warming in a way I couldn't define. Lastly, he uttered, "We should return soon." Back. The word felt foreign. Home no longer felt like one place. It felt like all the places I had been. All the places where I had left myself. And maybe, just maybe, it felt a little like the person in front of me, waiting for me to catch up. I looked at the journal. At all the places I had written. At all the places we had visited. I was not prepared to go back yet. But was it about time we go back and... continue

The flight from Aronespire to Dawnirabay took just an hour and a half, yet as I sat staring out the window, it felt like I was watching half my life flash before my eyes. ... The moment I stepped through the front door of my parents' house, they swarmed me with joy. "Debbie, you're back! Is your work in Aronespire finally finished?" I had never found the courage to tell them about my marriage. For years, I had masked my life there under the guise of a demanding corporate job. "Yeah, it's over. I quit and came home," I murmured, sinking into their warm hugs. Even now, I couldn't bring myself to shatter their happiness with the truth.

When the show ended, heavy rain poured down, washing away all the filth and ugliness. A rainbow stretched across the horizon. I understood then that whatever didn’t kill me would only make me stronger. Now that I had a new life, there was no need to be chained to the past. I was no longer someone who stayed still. I would keep moving forward because only then could I find more beautiful scenery. My future was full of endless possibilities.