One Of Us Is Back Novels & Stories

YOU THOUGHT YOUR REBIRTH WAS A SECOND CHANCE. Another line appeared. IT WASN'T. Sharon's breathing stopped as Alex stepped beside her. "What is it?" She couldn't speak as the final message appeared. YOU WERE BROUGHT BACK FOR A REASON. Then the screen went black. A second later, the phone received one final message. AND I KNOW WHO BROUGHT YOU BACK. Sharon stared at the words as Alex looked at her. "Sharon..." She slowly turned towards him. Before she could speak, every alarm in the resort began screaming.

“Who did you say again? Who’s back?” Olive said, “It’s Zayn Larson. He’s back! Sir, what should we do now?” “That’s impossible!” The chairman interrupted Olive agitatedly, “You’re b*llsh*tt*ng! Zayn is dead already so how can it be back. Could it be that you were seeing his ghost huh!”

Begin being present again. His mate stayed with him. Holding him. Anchoring him. Being real for him when he couldn't be real for himself. Council met immediately. Emergency meeting. Everyone needing to discuss. Understand. Process. "If he came back," Maya said. Voice shaking. Voice hopeful. Voice desperate. "If one came back. Can others? Can all of them? Can we get everyone back?" "We don't know," I said. Honest answer. Uncertain answer. Real answer. "We don't know why he came back. Don't know if others will. Don't know anything. We just know one returned. That's all. That's only certainty."

he said as he patted my shoulder. Sweet? Which word I uttered was sweet? I was about to retort when suddenly I heard a melodious voice through our mindlink, “Kyson, I’m back.” I stopped in my track. My mate is back? “Aleena, you are back?” I asked to make sure the voice wasn't only my imagination. “Yes, I’ve arrived on the border of the pack. I’m going back to the pack now,” she replied. “They’re back, they’re back.” I felt Night bouncing around in excitement.

I asked, but he shrugged, and immediately I got the memo. I stood without waiting for an answer and made my way to the center so everyone could see me. “Listen up, everyone. I don’t know what may have gone down while I was away, but please, I’m back, and we can’t keep pushing each other away.” I turned to Jordan, who had been playing with Andrea. “Jordan Denver, is there anything you have to say to John and everyone?” His body stiffened up when I called him, but eventually, he joined me where I stood. “You’re right, Jess. I do have something to say.” He cleared his throat, and I stepped away, letting the attention fall entirely on him.

he announced loudly, breathing sharply with that annoying old man's snot inhale sound, "We will be a witness to one of the best, most powerful chemical miracles. This newborn..." Behind him, the screen lit up at his command. A child—tubes running in and out of his little body...just like Jean's. Dr. Rayleigh—who was looking at his phone with seriousness— held my hand over my knee, knowing exactly what was in my head. And I knew I wasn't the only parent right here, hoping to see my son getting cured like this lucky child. "This is a live broadcast from the back of St. Claire Multispecie Hospital—the maternity ward." Jacob Fenris grinned ear to ear. His ringed hands showed vital signs of the c

He settled underneath the covers and tugged me towards him. I turned on the TV and scrolled through the movies till I settled on Work It, the dance movie featuring Liza Koshy and Sabrina Carpenter. I turned to Ayo and he nodded. I pressed play and turned off my lights from the switch beside me. I laid under the covers and Ayo immediately pulled me towards him and tangled our legs together. I sighed softly and watched the movie trying not to fall asleep with how completely relaxed I felt in Ayo's arms. ---------->>>>>>>

She was preparing to deliver her final killing blow, urging the courts to make an example of me, the social degenerate. Then it happened. The giant screen behind her flickered. Without warning, the giant LCD screen behind her flickered and changed. Her tear-streaked face disappeared from the screen. A black player interface took its place. Moments later, a crystal-clear audio recording blared through the speakers, reaching every corner of the hall and every livestream. The voices in the recording belonged to two people.

“This pack was founded by wolves that the system has failed. Wolves who deserved a second chance. I don’t return people to the scene of their wreckage.” Lifting my hands, I looked at him. "And, well," he said, and his mouth tugged sideways in a little smile. "You are technically dead. Sending a ghost back would be complex.” A small shocked laugh bubbled free from me before I could contain it. It came out funny, and rusty, like I had to relearn how to make it. Draven's smile grew a hair larger. "So what happens now?" I asked.

I was leaving for good. Before I could finish packing, my phone rang. A familiar name lit up the screen—Ethan. In my past life, he'd called me then, too. And at that time, I'd waited the entire night for him, just like a fool. He did come home eventually, only to say, "Sorry, something came up." And he brought with him a mango cake—one filled with lies. I took a deep breath and answered the call. "Ellie? Weren't you waiting for me at the bridal shop?" His voice was as gentle as ever.