Rewind Twice Novels & Stories

“Continue, please” I started rubbing her pussy for real. With my left hand, I occasionally tugged the clamps, sending pleasure to her nipples. In five minutes she was panting, so I searched for her clit. She whispered "Fuck me, please, so I pressed on her clit and started to move my two fingers in a circular motion. She whispered, "Keep it here,Yes, just like this". In a few minutes, she came on my fingers. I hugged her from behind and waited for her to calm down. I bowed my head and released her hands from my hold. “Turn around, April, I want to untie you.”

He was half hard and it looked sooooo good. It made his large cock look even larger. This wasn’t part of the plan! I wanted the upper hand here. Time to get it back. I tossed him the remote and said, “push play”. I had rewound the tape so only blackness appeared as it did when I had watched the beginning. He furled his brow and said, “What’s this supposed to be?” I just smiled and said, “Just wait. I hope you like it.” He stood in silence waiting.

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

After spending time rereading the book, I realized there were many repeated pieces of information and that the story wasn’t moving forward—it kept circling the same situations. So, once again, I’m sorry. I truly want your experience with this book to be the best it can be. That’s why I’ve revised and improved the earlier chapters (specifically chapters 7 and 8), and I’ve restructured and refined chapters 11 onward. I removed repetitive actions, dialogues, and events that were slowing down the pace. I hope you enjoy these changes and that the story now feels clearer as you continue reading. If anything still doesn’t make sense or feels confusing, please feel free to comment—I read every singl

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I close the page, return back there again and retry, end up on nothing again. I spin it fifteen more times with no luck. It is either rigged or I just have no luck. Sighing, I drop the phone, hoping both of them are safe.

The car came into view… and lingered. Not stopped. Not parked. Just moving at an unnaturally slow roll. Adrian’s heartbeat thudded once, heavy. “Rewind,” he said. The guard did. “Play it again.” It played. Same slow approach. Same tinted windows. Same eerie, predatory crawl. Adrian’s jaw flexed. “Again.” The guard replayed it. This time, Adrian stepped closer to the screen, fingers brushing the edge of the monitor as his mind processed every detail—model, license plate, angle, speed.

I read somewhere that fated mates wolves could communicate with each other without their humans. “We need to be fully marked for that to happen.” Right. How could I forget that? “Wren..” my mate, who’s name I’m yet to know voice pulled me back to reality. “Please say something.” “Fine. A week,” “Thank you, Wren,” He let out a breath. Like he'd been holding it. But his eyes were a dead giveaway about how he truly feels–they lit up so brightly like a five year old that was promised candy, and I couldn't help but laugh.

I did not need to ask which part. He pressed rewind. The same attack appeared again. I watched him receive the ball on the right, turn inside, hesitate, then release the pass too late. The defender stepped in. The move ended. Andre rewound again. "You have to be joking." He looked over his shoulder. "I thought you were asleep." "I was." "The television is muted." "The remote is not." He glanced down at it as though the buttons had betrayed him. I pushed the blanket off my legs and sat up. "How long have you been doing this?"