Never Go Back Novel Novels & Stories

It has not been easy. I guess that's my karma... And even though I'm going back, I will make sure he never sees me. He will never know I'm back. I know he moved on... And I'm happy for him... I don't want to hurt him again... Ever! ✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️✈️ This is the first chapter of book 2 of Terra. Hope you guys are enjoying reading it. Thanks for the coins and gems. I really appreciate it.

I stretch my hand out to him. “What for?” “In case you don’t return it on the date you wrote in the permission booklet, I’ll toss your card away and you’ll never step back in again.” He mumbles ‘bitch’ under his breath, dips his hand into his pocket and pulls out his card and hands it to me. I beam at him, and he rolls his eyes before leaving. I pray he doesn’t return it, so I can happily toss this into the toilet and flush. I sit down and pick up the novel ‘When star burns by Ninya Tippett’ on my desk, continuing from where I stopped before I got interrupted. Books such as these make me believe in love and that everyone would find it at the right time.

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.

Normally her little movements wouldn’t have escaped Chris who had eyes only for her but the shock her words gave him was too great for him to bear; it dulled not just his entire being but also his senses. “I came to take you back.” Chris repeated mechanically, his voice carrying a sense of loss and despair. He reflexively extended his hands to hold her, but she stepped back cautiously. Noticing her actions, his hand froze mid-air before he put them down listlessly; he pursed his lips as a dull ache spread through his heart “Why would I want to go back?” Emile knitted her brows in confusion “I have always wanted my happily ever after… why would I think of going back when I have achieved just

After all those years together, it was the first time Ryan had ever called out to me like that. I stared at him blankly. "What do you want?" His eyes held something close to pleading. "I came to take you back." I looked at him in confusion. "Back where? I live here." Ryan reached for me again, but I stepped out of reach. "I mean back to where you really belong." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I remembered—crystal clear—the day he had once warned me, "Home? This will never be your home. Don't be stupid. My pack and villa have nothing to do with you."

That's not possible. Looking at Liam's pitiful attempt at remorse, I found it utterly laughable. "I'm going to sever the mate bond with you. This is a notice, not a request." Liam stared at me in disbelief. "No. You love me so much. You would never do this." However, I had no interest in hearing any more of his apologies or regrets. I ordered someone to throw Liam out. I never wanted to see that disgusting face again. After I settled into my new residence, I received a string of messages from members of the original pack.

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.

Andrey appears behind me, placing a possessive hand on my back. “Let’s go, my wife,” he says, as if he were doing me a favor. I pull away and get into the waiting car. The trip back to New York is long and silent, filled with thoughts I don’t dare express. Every kilometer that brings us closer to the city is a step toward the past I tried to bury—and toward a future I still don’t dare to imagine. But one thing is certain: when I set foot in that city again, nothing will be the same.

Looking at the caller ID, she answered faintly, "Didn't I ask you not to call me again?" A man begged, "Zoey, can you come back? I miss you. Please come back. I can't live without you. I know you and Burgess are not married yet. So many years passed! He will not marry you." Zoey tightened her grip on the phone and said, "If you love me, you should want me to be happy, right? Don't call me again!" Afraid of being overheard, she hurriedly hung up the phone, so she didn't hear him say he would arrive in Manhattan soon.

“You want your life back.” “It’s not that simple.” “It is.” “No,” I shook my head. “Because even if I go back—nothing is the same anymore.” “Then don’t go back.” “Then where do I go?” He didn’t answer. Because there wasn’t one. Not a good one. Not a safe one. I laughed softly. “Yeah. That’s what I thought.” The silence stretched again. But before it could settle— A sound cut through the hall. Sharp. Sudden.