No Going Back Novel Novels & Stories

“Silly Kianna. You are more than what you think you are” Pinching my cheeks he gets back to his work after stealing a kiss from me. This guy… Looking back on my computer, I may seem to not do anything but… there is one thing I am trying to figure out. About that strange thing that happened to me. I mean… it is so unbelievable. Even gadgets such as time travel aren’t something that exists. But… why would that thing happen to me? Even the things that happened in the past that I recreate, in this timeline… it is gone. Like the farm orphanage for example.

Hello Guys!!! ❤️❤️💜 That is the end of Ramon and Camilla. Sorry the updates were so slow but I took a lot of time working on this book. Hope you all loved reading the first book and the sequel. Thank-you for reading both the two books, 60 Days and The Return. I can't thank you enough for the reads and support you have shown. I have a new book coming up soon, TAMING TERRA. Please check it out. I will be posting it soon on goodnovel, the edited version.

I nodded, my gaze also focused beyond the car window. The scenes outside blurred as tears teetered on my lids. Silence settled heavily in the car as we traveled back toward Palo Alto. It seemed that despite all our progress, in one stupid move I’d sent us back to the beginning. With each mile, my posture remained rigid, unchanged despite the chaos of thoughts and emotions within me. Oddly, I found a strange comfort in falling back on my upbringing. When we were over halfway back toward my apartment, Nox's words shattered the stillness but did little to ease the tension. “Take Miss Collins back to the hotel.”

My girlfriend, Olivia, had one way of measuring how much I loved her: how fast I replied. In the two years we dated, she blocked me 88 times. The first time, I was in the shower and missed her call. The 17th time, I was bringing her coffee when I missed a message asking for extra ice. The 56th time, I was at dinner with a client and didn't respond quickly enough to a video she'd sent me. This time, I worked until ten and missed the 9:50 p.m. movie she'd asked me to see with her. I told her there was a problem with the project and my manager wouldn't let me leave. She just laughed. "Anyone who really loves me would make it to a movie even with ten minutes' notice." When I got home that night,

I could not believe he was standing in front of me after so long. "Theo?" "Mom." The End... ___________________________________________________________________ Hey guys! That was book one! The next chapter starts with Book 2, The Return. Hope you guys enjoy it!

They went back on a Saturday morning. No announcement. No ceremony. Just Neo saying at breakfast on Friday night — toast, kitchen table of the quiet north side property, Atlanta doing its evening thing outside "I think we should go back tomorrow." She looked at him. "To the mansion," he said. She looked at her toast. Thought about it.

--- For the first time, they didn't have to solve anything. --- Save anything. --- Understanding nothing. --- They could simply be. --- In the afternoon, they sat in the library. --- Between the shelves. --- Where the years had once stood. --- Most of the books were still there. --- But one was missing. --- Just one. --- The book titled: --- Those Who Stayed --- It had vanished. --- Months ago. --- No one knew where it had gone. --- And somehow, that didn't bother anyone. --- For some stories wanted to wander on.

I went back to my office, picked up the next file, and, in the afternoon, moved, and the city was outside, and the story was still going. One hundred and four chapters left to go.

In front, two girls were whispering about a breakup that sounded like a soap opera drama. I wrapped my fingers around my lukewarm coffee, letting the heat seep into my palms as I stared at the blank document on my laptop screen. My notes from that rainy night were gone completely wrecked by the rain that had soaked through my bag. I shut my laptop halfway, exhaling softly. This was why I’d come back to Ridgewood. Not to relive old mistakes or to get dragged into the gravitational pull of Noah Hale, and certainly not to drown in unresolved history.

Without a phone, I had no choice but to walk back to the city. Rain came down hard, soaking through my clothes, mixing with the tears on my face as I kept moving forward. I walked for hours, long enough for exhaustion to dull the fear, long enough for the rain to wash the past out of my head. By the time the sky began to lighten, I saw a woman setting up a small roadside stall. "Oh my goodness! What happened to you?" She wiped her hands and hurried over. The moment she touched my arm, she flinched, then frowned and pressed her palm to my forehead.