Reverse Thinking Book Novels & Stories

"That's what it is." We read for most of the morning. Him at the desk, me on the couch with the book I'd taken from him at the shop yesterday. He'd been right, first read was for what happened. But I found myself reading for structure already, the architecture visible through the surface of it. At eleven I looked up. "This is built backwards," I said. He looked over. "What do you mean." "The ending is in the first chapter. Hidden but there." I held up the book. "He wrote the ending first and constructed everything toward it."

He said with a little smile. "The master was right. I made a big mistake to choose you." She said. "Then it's sooo~~~sad. Now die here." Zhang Wei left the place with the book. But he didn't know it was a poison book. Chenguang fainted. Zhang Wei opened the book with a great curiosity. But when he opened the book he felt very bad. The book falls from his hand. He fall down on the ground and then he died.

Let it be irreversible. Let this end.

Because I've already felt the most painful thing. That image of mine, dying on the guillotine is the worst thing. I walked straight to the whole body-sized mirror and stared all over my naked body, from my eyes down to my feet. Will I gain an open door when I finished my revenge with bloodshed? Will I die in peace? Why? Why did I came back? Why did the time got reversed? I have so many questions inside my mind, when I feel like my plan won't work it keeps bugging inside my mind.

, she chuckled. "Good girl", I laughed and looked at the book. "Ammm… which class is this?", I behaved like an idiot. "What?", she threw me a strong glare as if I was asking the name of the president of my country. "The thing is…", I mumbled. "You know I'm always late for the class. So, I have always missed the class" "Haha. It's sociology", she laughed, resting her chin on her palm. "Oh!", I turned back and checked inside my bag. Heck! I haven't bought anything. My bag was full of cola, drinks, perfume and protein shake.

Then she turned to scan the restroom. Suddenly, her gaze locked onto a small bottle in the corner—it was a container of activated charcoal used to absorb odors. Her lips curved up slightly in a sly smile. She blinked and walked straight toward the charcoal… ***

Inside my dice cup, all five dice stood straight up, vertically stacked, and facing Taylor’s side, with every single one showing a three. This meant all five dice had landed on the exact same number, either all ones or all sixes. “Impossible! How could you roll a full vertical stack?” my aunt shrieked. Taylor was slightly calmer. The top die facing her was a six, but that didn’t guarantee the ones underneath weren’t ones. If even one of them were a one, I’d lose.

The book was already lying on the table, as if someone had placed it there for them. “That’s not creepy at all,” Logan said, frowning. Anna stepped forward, her hand trembling as she picked up the book. The leather cover was cold, and the faint smell of burnt wood lingered in the air. She flipped through the pages quickly until she found the one on The Reflection Game. “There,” she said, pointing to the text. “It says we need to close the circle by returning the reflections to where they came from. But…” She trailed off, her face paling.

His words were dreary and the book was long, I was only 11 pages into it and already I wanted to tear my hair out. Essentially the thing was a diary, explicitly talking about his change as a wolf, and his rule, there were at least a dozen of the exact same book, written over different years of his reign. As much as this book was sucking the life out of me, I had to read it, I had to know if there was a way to return the wolf gift, if a human was capable of being turned into a wolf then it only stands to reason that the possibility of a wolf transforming back into a plain human is applicable. It's simply a case of reverse engineering. I just had to figure out exactly how the first wolf came t

A user with no name, only a symbol: A Silver Quill. ​"CHAPTER 128: THE AUTHOR'S REVENGE. YOU FORGOT... I HAVE AN UN-PUBLISHED MANUSCRIPT." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines ignited on their own. The ship didn't fly forward; it began to Fly Backward—reversing through the events of the last ten chapters at impossible speed. ​"We’re being 'Undone'!" Elia screamed. ​The "Story" was being Rewound.