Restarted The Series Novels & Stories

"That's strange. Why aren't you creepy at all, Mr. Hayes?" He hadn't heard my words and replied with a confused "What?" I smiled. "Don't worry. I've cut ties with her, and from now on, I'm focusing on my studies." He let out a long sigh of relief. "That's great. You're a good kid, Gia…" "Mr. Hayes," I said, pointing to the phone on the corner of his desk. "Is that the latest phone, Nexo 4?" "It is," he said, looking clearly surprised.

He was speaking to Julien—no sound, just movement. Julien looked very much alive. And very much in control. Anais felt the floor move beneath her. “They’re rebuilding the program,” Dahlia said. “From scratch.” “Why?” Anais croaked. Cassian answered: “Because they never wanted it to end. They just needed time to replace the original.” Anais didn’t ask what “the original” meant. She already knew. The lab trembled. It started with the lights flickering. Then the alarms went off—loud, shrill, wrong.

So part 1 ends here. From 7th October I will start part 2 of this story. Thank you everyone for your support and mo So part 1 ends here. From 5th October I will start part 2 of this story. Thank you everyone for your support and motivation. Keep supporting me and also feel free to give your suggestions. Get ready and held your belts tightly b'coz from Monday we are going back to 20th century. Here is a small description about upcoming characters so you won't get confused.

My breath hitched. That voice. Alexander. The camera shifted, revealing him seated in a dimly lit room, his face shadowed, but unmistakable. “You’ll have questions. You deserve them. But first you have to survive long enough to hear the answers. Rebirth was never just a project. It was a contingency. A way to cheat death. And we weren’t supposed to be part of it.” Static again. Kara lowered her voice. “That’s all we could recover. The rest was corrupted.”

I wanted to let you know that Echoes of Ruin will be going on a short, temporary hiatus. The story will officially return on January 1st, and this pause is purely a reset, not a goodbye. This world, these characters, and the story still unfolding mean so much to me. Stepping back briefly helps me stay aligned with the pacing, emotional weight, and intensity this series deserves, especially as we move into the next stretch of the story, where everything begins to tighten, fracture, and collide. I want to make sure what comes next hits exactly the way it should.

We don't owe each other anything! "As for Grandma's medical bills, I stopped using your money a year ago. Stop sending the money if you want to, and just don't pester me!" After I was reborn, I immediately began making plans to leave the Graysons. They had money, and Chase was fairly generous to me. I used some of the money to pay for Grandma's medical bills. Besides that, I also sent some to my parents and six brothers. I told them to invest in stock, bonds, and companies that had profited greatly in my past life.

Just when I thought the storm was finally over, Mira suddenly posted again on social media two days later. [Here’s the evidence you’ve all been asking for.]

“You restarted reality because I died?” His voice came out rough now. “I couldn’t lose you.” Elaine’s chest physically hurt. Not because she was angry. Because she understood. And that made it worse. The old man watched them coldly. “At first, the resets were unstable. Incomplete.” Elaine forced herself to focus. “What resets?” “Temporal reconstruction.” God. Even the phrase sounded horrifying. The old man continued calmly. “My company had been researching experimental timeline manipulation for years.” Elaine felt sick. “You experimented on reality?”

I said with a slow and clear voice, "First, I'm the one who broke up with Cherry. She didn't dump me. Second, it's illegal to spread rumors. If any of you want to take this to court, I'm more than happy to oblige." At that, the mocking gazes vanished from everyone's eyes. The entire place fell silent. Neil panicked, seeing that no one was speaking up for him anymore. He rushed forward to grab my arm. "We're all classmates, Sam. Do you really have to take it this far—" A sharp slap cut him off mid-sentence. I pulled my arm free and coldly questioned, "Who are you calling 'Sam' here? Do we even know each other?" With that, I turned and walked away.

A week before the college entrance exam, my twin brother, Tristan Doyle, runs away with a delinquent. Our parents abandon their massive corporate empire and set out to search for him. I intend to join the search, but a comment abruptly flashes across my vision. "Don't go, Ryan! If you skip the exam too, your family is doomed!" With no other choice, I shoulder the pressure and walk into the exam hall alone. Yet the moment the exams end, my parents return and lock me in the basement. Ten years later, I finally escape, only to discover that Tristan has stolen my identity. He's celebrated as that year's top scorer, gets a degree from a prestigious university, and is even married to my former