Reverse World Novel Novels & Stories

February 15th, 2038--Freshman Year-ish "I can't believe I'm actually writing in this. Dear Diary--no that's too cliche. Dear... me? Okay, Dear me: I saw a flier for some anti-New World organization. I thought that everyone blindly followed the established social order. It's probably stupid to think that I'm the only one who opposes the government, though. I just thought something was wrong with me. Maybe a group of likeminded people is what I need to feel some... I don't know, purpose or something. I'm not that stupid, though. I know not to tell any adults about this. What I don't get is why the flier was posted where anyone could see. They probably underestimate the government, but I know t

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

Present I came out of my thoughts and turned off the shower. I didn't expect that girl with round spectacles would be my wife someday. Heck! I don't want her. However, I was helpless. It was my mistake to accept the proposal without even know who the girl was. Now, I can't run from the truth that she is my wife. I walk out of the washroom and find her in front of the mirror. She is removing all the heavy accessories, looking at me through the mirror. I drove my eyes away and walked towards the bed, taking my phone. I glue my eyes to the phone screen as usual. This day isn't that special for me. But my curiosity still works on her.

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Adela felt nauseous as soon as she saw it, she was not afraid but couldn't help but feel the surge in her stomach. "Sorry master, the setup system says that the entire story of the first world should be forced to go through when the main characters are dead. But, the owner can use the time-reversal feature to go back to the initial time and starts the story again. If the owner agrees, please confirm, that the system immediately reverses time. 5 seconds of thinking begin! 5...4...3..." "Reverse!" Adela heard the countdown, she suppressed the churning in her st "Reverse system! Reverse system! Owner, please choose when to start the story again." The stiff voice of the system stopped the countd

She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore. "The End," she wrote at the last page of her novel. Cathedra climbed atop her desk chair and hung a noose over the beams. She tied a knot firmly, making sure it was strong enough to fulfill its purpose. She slipped the knot over her head. She jumped and kicked the chair off. For a few minutes she struggled and fought for breath, the way humans were normally programmed to do. For a few minutes, she had enough time to reflect on her short-lived life.

a faint, beautiful echo vibrated through the copper-weave ribbons of my shirt—not a painful command, but a gentle, everlasting promise locked into the very air we breathed. I closed my eyes, letting the warm sunrise melt the last of the grey rime from my skin. The heiress had been rejected by the old world. The alpha had been sold to the void. But together, we had written a new ledger in the mud—one that could never be audited, never be reclaimed, and never be broken. The unlisted pack was finally home. And the sunrise belonged to us. TOTAL OVERWRITE EXECUTED. SYSTEM STATUS: SOVEREIGN. FREE. COMPLETED.

The last door on the left was at the end of a long hallway, as far from everything as possible. I pushed it open and -okay. I could work with this. The room was actually nice witj big window overlooking the backyard, decent closet and attached bathroom. It was clear no one had been in here in a while from the thin layer of dust on the dresser but at least it was private. I dropped my bags and collapsed on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Pre-med at Runethorne College. Werewolf anatomy and supernatural biology. This was going to be hell. My phone buzzed.

As I worked on the last math problem, Giselle mocked, "Choice matters more than effort. Even if you ace this problem or have the top score nationwide, it won't matter. I wouldn't be surprised if the exam doesn't happen at all." I feigned surprise, covering my mouth. "Giselle, what are you talking about? The exam is less than a month away. How could it not happen?" She scoffed coldly, looking at me with a mixture of pity and disdain. Before her rebirth, Giselle had been an ordinary survivor, and even after being reborn, she hadn't accomplished anything remarkable. Her apocalypse was never going to come. That weekend, I staked out the entrance of the military academy and successfully found Sha

Once I get reborn, the first thing I will do is swap mates with my cousin, Clara Evonfall. In my previous life, Clara and I had held our mate-bonding ceremonies on the same day. Clara, a docile and gentle she-wolf, was forced to become the mate of Gilbert Vargas, the cold and aloof Alpha of the Bloodthorn pack. On their bonding anniversary, Gilbert abandoned Clara just so he could be with his childhood sweetheart, Joanna Penning. Because of that incident, Clara and Gilbert gave each other the cold shoulder for the next 50 years.