Reverse Thinking Novel Novels & Stories

, 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.

If I had been braver back then and told you it was Hansel who bribed your roommate to falsely accuse you of plagiarism… And if I had told you that I was the one who stayed up for days to find the evidence to prove your innocence… "Would you have seen through him? Would your life have turned out differently? But Hansel told me that you liked him. He asked me if I could bear to break your heart. "I couldn't bear it. I was also afraid you wouldn't believe me, so…" By this point, his voice was choked with sobs. My mind went blank as well, and my vision blurred with tears. I never imagined that the reasons I had accepted Hansel were reasons he had stolen from Sebastian. Looking at Sebastian cryin

Jack now looked down, realizing his sister had him in a corner, and panicked, "there was no party happy?" "What are you saying, Jack?" “That night Rick and I were driving, we at first never noticed it was Nicole when driving past her; I looked up and saw it was Nicole. We reversed, and Rick being intoxicated, flipped over her; we realized what had happened and checked if she was alive, but she was not. I wanted to go to the police, but Rick said he would take me down with him because while reversing, I pushed his foot down on the accelerator, thinking he would swerve and break. Still, we had not realized she was this close, and we had bumped Into her.”

"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."

The white runes surged — brighter than before, brighter than the convergence had made them, the specific brightness of a system being run in reverse generating heat it wasn’t designed to manage. The Ancient Lycan stopped moving. He felt it. Of course he felt it — the reversal was running through his structure the same way the feeding ritual would have run through it, through every connection he’d built, every channel he’d opened, every pack conquest that had created a conduit route into his reserve. The same roads. The same channels. Running the wrong direction. He looked at me. “No,” he said. The first time in a thousand years. The first time that voice had produced something that sounded l

Seemed like Bella did it as a countermeasure, a kind of insurance in case her plan failed. But she actually didn't expect that it'd work that way. She didn't expect to be sent back in time. Gosh, she's crazy. This wasn't even mentioned in the novel. Why did it suddenly turn into a regression novel? At this point, I couldn't even tell what's the genre of this shitty novel anymore. Fuck, I couldn't even believe the content of that novel anymore. Everything was just so different and full of goddamn plot twists. As I continued to read, I noticed the change in the way she wrote from before she was back in time and after she was back. It seemed like, instead of perfecting her revenge plan, she jus

Wh-what? "REVERSE, REVERSE", they all screamed at the top of their lungs. If someone had glanced to the back of the room, they would have seen a girl, frozen in fear, with eyes so wide she could have seen a ghost. I am that girl, and I could be described as anything from horrified to mortified to terrified... pick one, or pick all. A secret faction that wants to reverse the New World? I have to get the hell out of here. Before slowly creeping out the door I came in, I noticed a familiar set of gloomy hazel eyes. And he noticed me...

They were misfits. Misfits healing misfits. Would you like to continue this tone into Chapter 6, where Johnny and Minnie’s past begins to subtly surface?

And when we listened carefully, we could sometimes hear them finish the song. The Hollow Spire began to hum. Not in tone, but in sensation. A kind of gravity of presence that drew us back, again and again. It was Mikkel who first stepped into its base without resistance. His glyphs, always erratic, began to smooth into flowing curves. When he emerged, he spoke only one word: “Reversal.” “What do you mean?” Kaia asked. He touched his chest, eyes wide. “We’ve been moving forward by forgetting. The Hollow wants us to remember backward.”

“It’s almost time, me, you and her, I’ll make everything into a paradise for just the three of us.” Giggling sinisterly as the grand picture formed the written word of ‘REVERSE’. The book that hungers for blood and soul, the perfect time to open the cursed world and set foot the reality that he longs, dear. The people involved and the thousand to be sacrificed, everything is all for the revival of 'him' as the philosopher’s stone is about to be made. “A few hours from now, a moment to the truth as everything will turn back and undo, a thousand souls and blood to be spilled and a holder’s doll to be manipulated. Everything is perfectly falling into the plan.”