Rewinding Book Novels & Stories

“See? I told you. I can’t. This isn’t for me.” “Try again,” Di urged, voice trembling but steady with faith. “Just once more.” I swallowed hard. Fine. One more time. I pressed my palms against the cover and let my mind sink into the silence, into my own pulse. I pictured hinges groaning, pages fluttering. The book shuddered. Heat flared beneath my hands. My eyes flew open. It opened. Pages ripped themselves free, fluttering until one stopped in the center. The world held its breath. My chest hammered so loud I thought the lantern would shatter; the letters on the page pulsed under my palms like a second heartbeat:

A big part of me was scared too. Exasperatedly, she waved her hand and the same book that Jace gifted me appeared in front of us. She waved her fingers in the air. The book opened, and the pages began to turn itself. Now she was frightening me. "Read," She gestured with her eyes at the page. I had started to feel sick to my stomach. I was trying hard not to get on my feet and ran away from her office without looking back. Forwarding, I leaned over the book. My eyes darted on the highlighted letters. When I was done with the reading, my big eyes turned to her. She wasn't kidding. It was clearly written what she told me about the reborn thing.

He took a deep breath, and tried to relax back on the chair so that he could be focused on the book he was reading. After a while he was already so tired of reading the book. He wished he could just stand up right now and go and do something else, but that's really not possible, because there was really nothing for him to do right now, so he just has to remain there in the library. He dropped the book on the table as he tried to shut his eyes and focused on something else. But somehow he felt like going ahead to read the book again. He sighed heavily and slowly took up the book again. He resumed back to the book and this time he tried to be focused on it, as he kept searching for the main hi

] [The ring must be what he really wanted to give you! [Congratulations on your happy news!] Lucy’s private message followed: [Aria, in this life, I'm the main character!] [And you only deserve the free gift.] I opened my hand, letting the "free gift" ring slide into the drain. Without a doubt, she had been reborn too. — The next morning, the lab was filled with the greasy smell of takeout food. Leon saw I'd been up all night working, noticed the stomach medication on my desk, and smiled wryly.

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.

He stared at me like he wanted to tear me apart with his eyes. I did not care. I stepped closer and leaned in, my voice low by his ear. "Wyatt, don't forget. Your family still owes the Larson family one million in revolving funds. The deadline is in three days. "Pay it back on time. "Otherwise… your front doors might not survive." I straightened up and did not spare him another glance. Then I turned cleanly, took Joseph's hand, and walked out of that disgusting place without looking back. Wyatt and Becky's wedding continued in an awkward, suffocating atmosphere, forced to its conclusion.

I tried to assure myself that I would grow out of it. I slipped out of bed to do my morning ritual so I can go back to read my book. Today's weekend, with the way everywhere, is quiet. I am sure they are still sleeping so I will just settle for reading. Hopefully I will be done with the second book before I am called down for breakfast or lunch…. Anyone. I started with THE RITUAL and just a few pages into it and I am already glued. Fuck me if I don't go back for more. I was so lost in my own world when I heard a knock. Ugh, who could that be now. I'll just ignore it.

My mind would drift too much from the point of focus. It was a hassle, really. Once again—maybe for the tenth time in that minute, I raised my left hand and stared at my golden wrist watch. I creased my brows in frustration, ‘They’re taking too long. Tch.’ I sighed again, as usual, and picked up the book I had been reading all day. I was still on the first page; I would only read a few lines, forget what I had read and then start over. It wasn't a boring book, it contained a substantial history of my pack… I had read it multiple times with much glee. Today wasn't just the day for me.

His touch still lingers though, like it doesn’t fully leave even when contact is broken. I don’t look at him while I turn toward the counter. I set the book down on the worn wooden surface and slide open the drawer beneath it. The register hums faintly when I wake it up, the soft mechanical sound feeling too loud in the quiet space. I pull out a thin sheet of brown paper and a strip of tape as I work. Thankfully regardless of how shaken I am, a familiar routine helps, it keeps my hands steady. I wrap the book without thinking too much about it folding the paper cleanly around the edges, smoothing it down with my palm, pressing the corners in the way I always do. It’s muscle memory now, Somet

I just think I’m going to over-read and end up becoming a walking, talking book and who would want that? I walk into my room and shovel through the many books in my bookshelf, trying to find one I haven’t read before and the only book I find is the cowboy’s bride. I have read it before, I just didn’t get to finish it because of…. you know who. I pick it, my torch and grab my thick, brown blanket and make my way back to the living room. Getting on the couch and I spread it out before entering it. I cover my whole body up, including my head, so that I can see nothing else but darkness in the blanket. I turn on the torch and flip the book to where I stop, which is page eighty-nine, and I contin