Redo Of Novels & Stories

My living room is trashed. The beautifully made white couches are now ripped open with its white stuffing scattered all across the ground. The table is shattered with pieces of glass dazzling on the floor like a disco ball, and the paintings made by my mom are slashed from left to right, the bright and colorful images now holding dark secrets. The windows are vandalized with bright red letters sprayed across the once clean glass. It read You don’t listen. It will be you next. Adair remains silent, his back stiffening in response to the words painted on the glass. He quickly glances back over his shoulder to make sure I’m there, but he’s met with an empty spot.

he argued. "You did! You did what you could. You admitted your fault to my father. And eventually got rid of the enemy. You accepted what you did wrong and that's what matters. I'm here with you. I promise I'll take away your pain. I promise I'll be your redemption." Lily spoke with determination, answering his previous questions, while still patting him gently.

Logan had been in there with that creepy guy for at least twenty minutes. I couldn’t really hear much because their voices were too low. I did hear that Logan had to go help this Armond guy next week. I don’t know what kind of business Armond does but it doesn’t seem like Logan was thrilled to see him. I know he made me feel uneasy and my gut feeling never lies to me. I was looking out the window when I heard Logan open the door. I turned to look at him and he had that beautiful smile that made me melt.

I exclaimed in surprise. "Mrs. Russo," Little Nine said, but his expression quickly changed, and he apologized, "I am sorry, Ms. Leah." I waved at him and said, "No, it's okay. Why don't you come in?" I opened the door and let him in, passing him a glass of water. "How are you doing? What about Little Red?" I asked. Little Nine collected the water and said, "He is fine. He was sent to the mining ground by the master last year and is expected to be back maybe in the next hundred years."

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

Lara looked at Andre with a worried expression. Andre just smiled wryly while gently stroking Lara's head. This made Lara's face blush like a pomegranate. "Calm down, Lara. Everything will be okay. Remember Riko?" Andre referred to their friend back in Canada. Lara shook her head slowly. She didn't remember her childhood too much. Lara's brain worked hard to erase memories of her childhood, more precisely. Her heart felt pain every time she remembered that her family fell apart when she lived in Canada.

Darien discards his popsicle which has leaked all over his fingers, he has a look of disgust, which is totally unrelated to the events around us. “About the rogues? How should I know?” “No, about the popsicle. That was my favorite flavor.” “Are you mad? Look around you!” I yell at him. He just pouts then looks away from me. ‘Eldora, this is a good opportunity.’ ‘For what?’ ‘Use area High Heal to revert the effects of the pill.’ ‘Is that possible?’ ‘Yes, you and your wolf are almost one so it should be.’ ‘Will their senses come back to them?’

Did my power of erasing the small memories in his mind succeed? His eyes opened and he look around. He then raise his arms and tap the button of his monitor. I don't know what he sees in there but his expression didn't change. After a few minutes, he once again lay back on the bed and put his arm on his forehead. Jevro looks so tired and confused. When the door open once again and Arnold entered, I feel relief when I heard his words. "Rowan stab me during the fight. I remember I triggered my Redo, who helped me?" He asked Arnold who looks happy after seeing his master being awake.

I pick the book up from the ground, "Now you shut the doodle oven, and will you please shut that front door of yours before anyone hears you." "I wince as I sit back down the chair, my stomach still stings from where the book hit me. "You are one weird chick. Now give me that book please." I push the book back to him and he opens it to the page of Alpha Reddoxs' family tree. Lines connect to each other, and each name held on a little bit information about them. "Alpha Reddox is a disgrace to the Peredon" Even the description of himself was foul, what poor child he is before.

Every time a shard touched his shadow, a piece of him vanished—not wounded, but **"Edited Out." "He’s 'Redacting' us!" Silas roared, his form flickering as his left arm momentarily turned into a translucent wireframe. "He’s not fighting our bodies—he’s deleting our 'History'!" I felt the cold chill of the "Redaction" reaching for me. I reached into my chest, grabbing the **Admin-Key**. It was no longer just a piece of code; in this "True Actual Real," it was a physical weight, a burning violet star that pulsed with the rhythm of my heart.