No Turning Back Book Novels & Stories

And I don't care if I'm being judged but this is life and no one has a fucking manual to it. So why not live it. And leave with no regrets. I got into the cab I had booked earlier with my bag and headed home. I needed to get home fast. I had a friend I needed to be there for. But my question remains what could she have done.

Because now… there was no turning back. ***

Daniels turn back "Then that's means she will come back for the book and people will get hurt" "Call heedah, we have a problem here" TBC

I can't think of anything more to say to him that might convince him. “I'm going to freshen up, I'll be right back." Then he turns and walks away from me. Oof, why did my present-self think this was a good time to return to? Oh yeah, because here I have a good chance of getting to Tim's bookcase undisturbed. I remember I did that back then too. As I tried to push away the tears, I looked for distraction among the many books Tim owns. And now I'm here again, specifically looking for the book The Time Machine by H.G.Wells. Fortunately, I quickly find the thin book. I manage to pick up the book just fine, because that's what happened before too. The only thing I'm going to do differently now is

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

Everyone was bustling about, and no one noticed that I had just awakened. I looked up and caught sight of the wall clock. Only one hour remained before I would have to return to the future. On the small hospital TV, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The shooting stars were beautiful, but unfortunately, I had missed them again. Indeed, it seemed my wishes were destined to remain unfulfilled. I was lost in thought until footsteps approached, followed by Sophia's tired yet joyful voice. "You're awake. Ethan has regained consciousness too, thanks to your timely blood donation last night."

Donato spun around, but nothing was there. His pulse thundered. His breaths came short. He turned back to the pedestal— and nearly choked on air. Because the book was open. Its pages turned on their own. Slowly, deliberately like fingers of wind were flipping through fate. "No…" he whispered. "Stop." But the pages turned faster— faster—until they slammed onto one single page. The writing etched onto it shimmered like liquid black fire. And the temple whispered into his bones— "Three will go forward…

Why can't they just turn around? Just turn around. It's very simple. HELP US. WE DON'T DESERVE THIS. Thanks for finishing this chapter! See you soon! -Annie Chan

“Apparently.” Seraphina smiled. “That’s why I always found you familiar.” The Book’s Warning The black book suddenly closed. Then it opened again. This time, the pages were turning rapidly. Page 1. Page 2. Page 3. Thousands of pages. Millions. Then the book stopped. A single sentence appeared. “THE FIRST DAUGHTER HAS AWAKENED.” Another line appeared. “THE FIRST MOTHER HAS REMEMBERED.” Then: “THE FIRST FATHER IS RETURNING.”

The best chapter of my life started the moment I stopped turning back. -END-