Never Go Back Novel Novels & Stories

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.

🌌 ⸻ Nox slowly stepped forward. Golden eyes glowing. ✨ ⸻ Then he said the words that changed everything. ⸻ “That’s why I came back.” ⸻ “Because if we don’t stop it…” ⸻ “There won’t be any story left to save.” ⸻ 😱😱😱 ⸻ End of Chapter 35 🖤 To Be Continued…

I rushed back from out of town overnight when my best friend, Siobhan Coventry, went into labor. After learning that both mother and child were safe, I got teary-eyed with emotion. "Have you decided on the baby's name yet?" I asked. Her smile stiffened unnaturally for a moment. "Leonard Kessler. We'll call him Leo." "Kessler?" I stared at her in surprise. "I thought you said the baby would take your last name. Is his biological father's last name Kessler?" She gave me a vague hum before quickly changing the subject. "Ginny, I've been craving the wraps from that place in the college town." I nodded, forcing my doubts aside, and went out to buy one for her. It was only when I reached the

Given away everything. So I stood. Smoothed my coat, left the coffee untouched, and walked. One block. Two. The air was wet and heavy. My heels made sharp sounds against the pavement, but all I could hear was his voice. If he makes me choose between my life and that boy’s—I’ll end him. God help me, I believed him. I pulled my head up, kept moving. Didn’t breathe until the café was two streets behind. I didn’t look back. I never look back—it’s the first lesson you learn when your whole life is running from a man like Kieran Black.

I wanted peace, safety, Henry happy, Ashley and Nick recovering, no more guns, no more blood and somewhere deep down beneath all of that chaos, I wanted us. My chest tightened unexpectedly and Theo noticed my silence. “You don’t have to answer immediately" he said. “I think I do” I said softly. Theo stayed quiet, weaiting, while I stared down at the amber liquid inside my glass then finally I spoke. “I don’t want to go back to New York" I replied. Theo’s eyes flickered slightly and I looked up at him. “I don’t want that life again" I added. The words felt more certain the moment I said them aloud.

She wrote the final page of her journal: > “Today, Johnson’s Haven opened its doors. > > I watched a child ring the bell. I saw hope spill from our gates like sunrise. > > Ethan stood on the ridge. I didn’t speak to him. I didn’t need to. > > I’ve stopped chasing ghosts. > > I’ve started building futures. > > Ironclaw no longer writes its story in blood. > > From now on—we write in light.” She set the quill down, folded the parchment, and sealed it. Then she stepped out onto the balcony once more, just as stars began to pierce the velvet sky.

Now, all at once, it hit me that everything I had given over the years had been nothing more than a one-sided effort. I was just about to book a flight when I realized I had forgotten my ID and passport, so I had no choice but to return home. The moment I opened the door, I was greeted by a mess all over the floor. Leftover snacks were scattered everywhere, along with half-finished dishes left behind. Right by the bedroom door lay something impossible to miss—a box of levonorgestrel pills and a piece of wine-red lingerie. Willow had never liked being physically intimate with me. Even Naomi's existence had come from a drunken incident.

Queenie returned to her room with a skip in her steps. I followed her into the room that was once mine. The room that Mom had decorated for me no longer looked the same. Queenie lay on the bed and called someone eagerly. "Hey, that old coot Benjamin Linnus agreed!" The person on the other end said something. Queenie sneered in response. "You really didn't let that tart Yvonne out?" A chill ran through me at those words.

Jason’s pupils dilated, as though she had struck him across the face. He finally realized how foolish he had been back then. I no longer cared about their mess. I just looked at him calmly and said, “The ambulance is here.” He was silent for a long time before saying hoarsely, “Nina… Can we still go back to the way we were?” I chuckled. Go back to the way we were? He was the one who destroyed everything, and now he was trying to have it all back?

Holding onto him, I nodded. “Okay…” I was having a terrible feeling about this. Something unimaginable would happen again but he was right, going there was necessary. “Good. Now, pack our things. We are going back to New York.” He beamed, giving me a moment to gather my cognition as I went along with his idea. But, the idea of going back trembled my core. When we were coming back, My hands were trembling. A dread froze my senses. He noticed my disturbance too and did his best to console me but my mind was elsewhere.