Rewind Twice Novels & Stories

"Bro, I think it's time we let it go and say it's a freak accident." Jordan shook his head. "We can't give up yet. There's something we're missing." Just then, Bjorn's eyes narrowed. "Jordan, did you see that?" "See what?" Jordan replied, confusion etched on his face. Bjorn rewound the tape, and they both leaned in closer. The time stamp on the screen skipped from 2:00 a.m. to 2:30 a.m. "Someone erased the tapes," Jordan's eyes widened in realization.

Goals rewritten so many times they barely look different from the last version. I flip to a clean page and write the date at the top. Under it, I write: What is the point? I stare at it, then cross it out hard enough the pen dents the page. Too dramatic. I stare at the file name for a second longer than necessary, the cursor blinking like it’s waiting for permission. Then I right-click. Rename it. working_v6 Better. I sit. The chair creaks the same irritated sound it always makes and I ignore it the way I’ve learned to ignore most things that complain without offering solutions. I plug in my headphones without pressing play.

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 floor is clean, Mr. Sterling. Move your vehicle if you want the bay re-waxed." Vance let out a dry, harsh laugh, his jaw ticking violently as his territorial instincts flared. He stepped forward, his massive frame completely crowding Adrian’s space, his large hand coming down heavy on the wooden mop handle, snapping the thick wood in half with a single, raw twist of his fingers. The broken pieces clattered loudly against the concrete floor.

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.

The screen refreshed on its own and a timer appeared 00:59:12

10:42:11 10:42:12 10:42… The numbers jumped, backwards. 10:42:09. Jayden blinked. “Did it just….” he spluttered, before he could stop himself. Drake rewound instantly and played again. The same thing happened, three seconds vanished, no glitch or distortion, just time, missing. The room felt suddenly colder. Drake’s expression didn’t change but the stillness around him deepened into something dangerous. He replayed it slower, again and again.

Another message. I open it before I can stop myself.