No Turning Back Book Novels & Stories

“One night. That’s all it took to shatter everything I thought I knew. One night in a hotel room with a stranger who saw too much. One night when I thought I’d disappear afterward. But one night became a thread. A thread became a story. And the story became a revolution.” She closed the book and exhaled. It wasn’t an ending. It was the next chapter waiting to be written.

It would make it that much easier for her to control me. Now, I understood that I couldn't rely on anyone else if I wanted to change my fate. I could only depend on myself. I wanted to tell Lila that the Lawson family was nothing but a cage. Still, I could only hope that she wouldn't regret the path she'd chosen. Meanwhile, I needed to return to the original path I'd chosen for myself. I wanted to change my future through education. I would sit for the SATs and change my life! As Lila had done in her past life, I saved a regular middle-aged man named George Stone from the rubble. He was gravely injured and immediately taken to the hospital. A few days later, I bought some fruit and visited h

Hand on the knob. The house burned behind her, slowly, elegantly. The kind of fire that didn’t destroy, only reminded you what had already been lost. She didn’t look back. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t cry. She turned the handle. The door creaked open. And behind it, There was no sky. No ground, Just a single chair. Facing away from her. Someone sat in it. Reading, A book made of bone. Their voice hummed. And the page they read out loud was Chapter 101.

Eyes still fixed on his screen, Jerry asked absently, "Who was that?" "Jimmy Norwood from the Warwolf pack. He needed me for something." He let out a vague hum, barely registering my answer. This time, I didn't even bother calling him out on it. I tapped out my resignation letter on my phone. "Why didn't you light the calming incense? You know how stressed I've been at work. I can't sleep without it." He finally looked at me, and I could see the blame in his eyes. "I was busy. I forgot."

I always believed others had misled him into hating me, but today, I realized the kindness he once showed me was never truly mine. After a long time, the door finally opened. Cindy walked out with flushed cheeks and weak legs but acted nonchalantly. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the restroom." When she walked by, her face carried the smugness of a victor. I looked toward the cockpit and saw Edward fastening the buttons of his uniform with practiced ease. There was no hint of shame on his face, only satisfaction. … Wrecked with heartache, I endured it until the plane touched down. I stood at the cabin door, overseeing the passengers as they disembarked.

"She—" "Betrayed you?" I turned off the recording. "Just like you betrayed me." "Interesting?" Dante knelt on the ground, his body weak, utterly defeated. "I really... have nothing left..." he mumbled. "No," I corrected him. "You still have your life." "Though I don't know how long you can keep it." As soon as I finished speaking, the sound of car engines came from a distance. Two black SUVs drove into the pier, their headlights blinding.

I nodded slowly, realizing what his answer truly meant: the Living Book wasn't here. Whether he didn’t trust me, or the danger was too great to carry it along, I didn’t know. But I stopped searching. Instead, I buried myself in the small cube Zevarion had gifted me, fingers working it restlessly as I tried to anchor my thoughts in the memory of his warmth, his arms, his voice. Each night grew colder. Each morning, darker. And then, on the eleventh day, just as the book had warned, we reached it. The horses slowed, snorting uneasily. Even the wind stilled, as though the very earth held its breath.

No I can't "I don't think I can do this, I return the book back to Mr Jonathan tomorrow... He has to find someone else" With that I closed the book and stuffed it into my bag... That was enough excitement for one night... Not to mention scary... It felt like I was in some kind of movie where I was tested for a life and death mission I took a deep breath and took hold of my teddy Mr Snuggles next to my bed before turning of the light... Third person POV

Nothing None of them had what I was looking for. They all seemed too clean and perfect. My jaw got tightened in frustration. Then— Something shifted. Not in the room but in me. I felt a faint pull, almost instictive. I turned around without thinking about it and as I did a big book fell out of a lower shelf onto revealing others behind it I criuched down tracing my finger on the spine of a small worn joural. The leather cover was worn out, no title or sigils, on the book either.

She turned to leave and was ready to bring the baby into my room. "Enough. I don't want to know. "Take him away. I won't see him." I turned my head as I bit my lip hard, my nails digging into my palms. I couldn't afford to waver. David Jones never loved me. Since I had already decided to leave, there was no turning back. Celine stiffened. Seeing the determination in my eyes, she finally abandoned hope. She picked up the child and seemed to remember something before storming out of the room angrily.