Never Look Back Novels & Stories

At the very least, if we don't take things into our own hands first. Justine's hand was on my shoulders, like it often was, pulling me ahead. It's a gentle, consistent reminder to keep moving no matter what and to don't ever take a gander back. It reminded me of a painful argument we had too many months earlier about just what I should do if something happened to Justine. Never, ever keep looking back.

I actually looked behind me. Surely they weren't talking about me. "What?”

There's no use regretting things," he finished with a sigh. "Callum." Callum looked up into my eyes. It felt like this was the first time he had ever paid full attention to me while I was talking to him. "There's no reset button in life. The only direction we can move is forward." I could see the pain that appeared in his eyes very briefly. He then lowered his head and said nothing more. It didn't matter if it was himself or myself. There was no looking back, so we could only continue marching forward.

I never forget what these people are capable of, and I never forget that I can’t lose to them ever again. Alexander turns to look back at me, trying to not look like a loser, but hardly succeeding. “Fine. Text me the place and time.”

Dike reminded them, that if no one looks back no matter the sound, or noise, nothing will happen to the person. Even if you hear the voice of your wife or baby, please don’t look back, they are deceptions, your families are in the village, they can’t be here and the forces that live here can’t harm you unless you look back. When he was done speaking, He told them to proceed as he’ll lead from behind. Don’t even look back if you hear my voice calling for help; just keep moving he added as they went ahead of him into the ‘Land of No-look back’

Jewel Rivers hated nothing more than having to turn back. If she left something behind, she would move on without it. If she took a wrong turn, she kept going. She said, "Turning back is a waste of time. The only way is forward." She even drove right past me without stopping one night after I had worked late. I texted her, "I just saw your car drive by. Can you turn around and pick me up?" Three minutes later, she replied, "Rules are rules. I don't turn back. Take a cab home yourself." - The next day was our eighth anniversary. We had planned to go to the nearby theme park together. Twenty minutes after we set out, my close friend, Jason Smith, sent a message in the group chat

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

Or would she see how broken I still was? My eyes stung slightly. I blinked quickly, forcing the tears back. “I’m trying,” I whispered again, but this time it sounded more like an apology than a promise. The car turned slightly, shifting my body gently against the seat. I didn’t look back anymore. I couldn’t. Because looking back meant staying attached. And I couldn’t afford that anymore. Not now. Not when I had already lost so much. My future felt like an empty road stretching endlessly ahead of me.

“I’m in Baltimore. Come alone.” The line went dead. I looked one final time at the crater. Then I turned away from it and walked back to the borrowed truck and got in and drove and did not look in the rearview mirror once. There was nothing behind me worth looking at anymore. Everything that mattered was ahead.

she said, her tone unexpectedly gentle. I kept my head down, not saying a word. The damage was already done and no words or actions could ever fix it. Back home, I packed my things and prepared to leave with Parker. As I opened the door, I ran into Beatrice. A figure lingered behind her. As our eyes met, I caught a flash of panic in her gaze.