Rewind Book Novels & Stories

I smeared it across the page before it could close. The book shuddered in my hands. A faint light crawled across the words, swallowing them until a name burned bright in the center. My name. Laila in red then it faded. For some reason I was unfazed even when the book flipped its own page and stopped at a guide. This book belongs to the Scarlet witch A false host, you are a thief Return to the temple Or the curse you shall receive. "I need a spell on how to return to the village. Not a pointless lecture.”

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.

I know I said I would be back soon, but i didn't exactly keep that promise. I'm back now and will complete the book for the ones who stayed even after all this time. The book is currently undergoing major editing ( I'm rewriting it). I'm going as fast as I can too. The first two rewritten chapters are already out. I hope you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. I hope you will enjoy the whole rewritten version too. I appreciate all my readers❤

Silence lingered between them. The rest of the flight was quiet as Kevin sat in another seat at the back busy signing documents and discussing business matters while Emma read a book and intermittently looked out the window watching the scenery below and sometimes stealing a glance back at him and caught him looking at her. After an hour, Kevin walked to her, checking on her as she drifted off to sleep. The leather-bound book she was reading lay open on her lap, the words written on its open page clearly visible; “If I know what love is, it is because of you!" Kevin smiled and then put the book aside. There was no lie in it.

Unfortunately, this led to mistakes and hate comments that left me feeling discouraged and uninspired. Please know that the repeated chapters were a technical glitch, and I understand how confusing it must have been. I've since taken a break to rewrite the epilogue chapters, and I'm working hard to ensure that the new content meets your expectations. I humbly request that you refrain from reading the updated chapters for now. With the extensive changes made, reading the new content without starting fresh may lead to confusion and disappointment. Instead, I kindly ask that you wait until Tuesday or Wednesday to delete the book and re-add it, allowing you to enjoy the edited version from the b

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I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

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

His face seemed carefully expressionless. “Yes,” was all Gabriel said. “I know.” She tossed the passport into her suitcase with the sexy clothes and shoes as if they belonged to someone else. Leaning against the modern black four-poster bed, she looked around her with a heavy sigh. “There’s nothing here…” “I told you, Calleigh.” Desolately, she went to the bookshelf. It held only faded fashion magazines, years out of date, and a few slender volumes on etiquette and charm. She picked up the book on top, a splashy pop-culture book, and read the title out loud in dismay.

“We improvise it live.” Pauly handed her a slim, battered paperback—Mockingbird, cover worn, pages gutted to hold a wafer-thin transceiver and a micro-SD slot. “Your new copy. Same weight as the real one. Press the title twice if you’re burned; it wipes your last three hours and plays an audiobook. Press the author twice and it pings us with location.” She slid the book into her tote without looking. “And if I press the spine?” “It complains about being objectified,” Pauly said.