Rewind Twice Novels & Stories

"I'm just going to hit 'Undo'." She didn't use her brush. Scarlett reached out and slammed her blood-stained palm directly onto the central core console. She wasn't fighting the self-destruct; she was rewriting the history of its existence. "Execute Command: TOTAL RECOVERY. AUTHORIZATION: THE ARCHITECT." The crimson countdown timer hit 1... and then, it reversed.

Koko's POV "Ready or not, here I come…" I remember once when my sister and I were playing hide and seek. It was one of my few good childhood memories, that woman wasn't around that day. I had crept deeper among the clothes in the wardrobe so that she would have a harder time finding me and it worked.. but it worked a little too well. I was entangled in the clothes like a fly that had been found in a spider's web then I began to cry and cry when suddenly the wardrobe was opened and I heard my Dad's voice. Hanola, I don't think your sister is here either…" I tried to call out for help, but my voice was only choked by my sobs and the clothes that were surrounding me. But somehow she knew, maybe

The digital tablet screen flickered with a cold, unforgiving light under the harsh illumination of the vault terminal. The lawyer scrambled to press his trembling thumb against the biometric scanner panel, his skin slick with sweat as the sensor repeatedly beeped in flat, robotic protest. His hands shook so violently that he could barely hold the stylus, scrawling his digital signature across the legal confession decree in jagged, broken lines. "I've authorized it," the lawyer choked out, his voice cracking under the strain. "The full transfer rollback. Everything is back in the main foundation routing pool."

And like a defeated soul, I sluggishly ducked out my head from the window. I watched him wind up the glass as I took unsteady steps backward. I tried steadying my steps but my knees felt really wobbly and my body wasn't any better. I think that's what happens when reality hits you brutally, giving you no heads-up. My vision was clouded with tears and I could barely fathom where I was headed but I just didn't wanna remain at that scene any longer. “Shelly..“ A voice echoed in my head and I staggered to a stop and turned around.

CHAPTER 118. Author's POV. “This is such a good thing, we get to resurrect my Liam and end Eva's life” Raquel said excitedly and got up from her seat. She laughed happily and began twirling her gown side to side. She spinned herself and danced from place to place. Matilda sighed and rolled her eyes. “If you break anything here, you will not only pay for it but work for it. If the urine of a mountain lion gets spilled, then you catch a mountain lion and make it pee into the container ", Matilda warned, being dead serious.

he said, looking a little more interested in the conversation. "Well, according to you, certain things were discontinued thirteen years ago," I said and he nodded in confirmation, "but according to a few records, that is not the case." "What records?" I gestured toward the files on the side. Soren's eyebrows cinched into a small frown before he leaned forward and grabbed a file. I sat silently as he read page after page in the file. I could see his relaxed frame turning rigid the more he read on. He looked at me, unable to hide his shock and surprise.

"Look—the time stamp glitches every 12 seconds. This was edited." James, the cybersecurity specialist Elliott had insisted on bringing along, leaned forward from his position at the adjacent terminal. His weathered face, lined from decades of squinting at code in dimly lit rooms, creased with recognition. "Kid's right. That's a loop. Someone replaced a segment of the original recording with a repeating section. Amateur work if you know what to look for."

he said, somewhat confused as to why we were just staring at a box. “Exactly,” I nodded. Silence lingered for about a second or two. “Which is exactly what it’s supposed to—” “Keep playing,” I interrupted him, and the footage resumed. Seconds passed…then a minute. And then two…still nothing. Then…. Jose sat up straighter. “…Wait,” he interjected. The technician frowned. “Here?” The technician asked. Jose pointed at the screen. “Go back two seconds,” he said. The footage rewound and played again. Jose leaned closer, his eyes squinting.

"And I wanted to see if my new partner knew how to trace a shadow key under pressure." "I don't just trace them, Killian," I breathed, my hand sliding onto the desk, my fingers brushing against his large, heavy wrist. The contact was a sudden, localized heat, my thumb tracing the outer edge of his platinum cuff with a silent, demanding pressure of my own. "I rewrite them. The tracking worm didn't just log the terminal ID. I just locked Croft's Swiss intermediary in a recursive feedback loop."

Once she brought back the supplies, it was time for all business and forget about everything else from earlier. “Alright guys, let’s get started. Just open up you presentation deck to the first slide. Project Second Chance is ready to start.”