No Turning Back Book Novels & Stories

" The calls for my head grew louder. James turned away, his voice heavy with feigned sorrow. "Honey, I can't fathom why you'd hurt Brian. I can't forgive you, but... I'll stand by Brian's side. "Just confess. It'll be easier for you." Even then, James clung to his saintly facade. I laughed bitterly. "I'm innocent. Why would I confess?" The cops exchanged glances. "Ms. Scott, do you have any proof they're out to get you? Without evidence, we'll have to proceed by the book."

“What do you mean you don’t know how to get back yet?” Toya dropped the metal bowl she came back into the room with. She caught it before it smashed into my glass coffee table, but it was close. “Holy goddess.” She put the bowl down softly on the table, then turned to me. “Speak.” She looked pissed. I raised my hands in surrender. “The book…it tells me how to do certain things. But coming back to my body isn’t in there. It just said I needed an anchor.” I pointed to the two of them. “I have two.”

She only nodded. Just like his mother. Turn around and run for the hills. Move to another town, another city, another state. Just leave. It’d taken him many years to see it was self-preservation instinct, not plain cowardice. Turning one’s back on the monster was taking a little of its power away. It was reducing its chances to do harm again. “What happened? How did it come to this?”

Luckily, I got out, and I'm gonna do my best not to fuck up. an hour later Back on the T, I followed my PO’s directions, written down on a post-it note, to a dank bookstore in a small town about twenty minutes from Brockton in search of a book about turning my life around. I’ve gone through all of this shit before, and it never seemed to stick. There’s no use thinking this time will be any fucking different.

'Only way to become an adept of the book of shadows is to learn the art of reading backwards. It cracked the long puzzle that filled the first page. I returned back to the first page and upon reading the paragraph backward, it finally made more sense. 'Let me in.' I suddenly felt goosebumps rush across my body as the harsh metallic voice surfaced. I looked across the room, and there was no sign of anyone.

Timmy said. "Are you done here? If you are, then leave," I calmly said. Jessica's face became pale, then flushed red. "You can't get back at me like this just because I turned you down! Business is business, and you can't force love! I'm never going to throw myself at you just to get some investment funding! I hope you can tell the difference and just sign!" "Nice speech! Really nice!" I said as I clapped slowly. I honestly did not know just how shameless Jessica could be.

“Every choice has echoes. A misplaced word, a delayed decision… people pay for it. That knowledge is a weight that never leaves.” “But you keep walking.” “Because retreat means letting the storm win. And because…” I reached for her hand. “Because people like you are counting on me to make it to the other side.” “We’re counting on you,” she corrected softly, gripping my fingers. “You’re not the only one on the wire, Mom. Dad is right beside you. Marcus, Helena, Liana, and I... we’re all there, linked. If you sway, we steady you. That’s how the wire gets crossed.”

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

Since Oscar said it, too, I didn't hesitate any longer and took it off around my neck before handing it to Evie. She took it in great delight and put it on eagerly. I complimented her and said, "It looks better on you. This, and the man, now both belong to you." Then, I left without looking back again, sure in my steps. … Ingrid and I were locked in our room for three days and nights without any food or water. We weren't allowed out of the room at all.

"Apologies, but I don't want a man who's poor, impotent, and useless either." I had thought that Timothy would throw a fit of rage. However, he just smacked himself in the face and said, "You're right. I am useless. I didn't cherish what I had. I'll do anything you want as long as you forgive me." "I'm never going to marry someone who betrayed me in both lifetimes, Timothy. I'll never forgive you either." Timothy was shocked. "You… How could this be? Were you reborn, too?" I had no need to pretend in front of him anymore. "Yes, I was reborn. I've never forgotten how you treated me in my previous life. Just looking at you makes me sick to the core!"