The Journey Back Book Novels & Stories

His lips still fit perfect against my lips and it gave me the same chill and spark when he kissed me fist time under the rain. I want to complete this journey of love by holding his hand and live every single moment with him. The End ........................................................................

As for me, I had imagined countless times how he would speak to me when we met again after that day of catastrophe. But I never expected that he would lose the last ounce of guilt toward me. Finishing his harsh words, Cicio turned his back on me, his steps hurried, leaving with the principal to process the enrollment for his boy. By the time they were through with all that and came out, I still hadn’t left. Jessica Kolt, with her head down, didn’t dare throw a look at me. She had worked for me after all. In fact, three years ago, she had been my intern assistant.

Not anymore. Marco glanced at me in the rearview mirror. "Donna, where to next?" "The airport," I said, crushing my cigarette butt. "Book the fastest flight to Sicily." "But what about New York?" "There's nothing left for me in New York." The plane took off at three in the morning. I watched the city lights shrink below as we climbed, a place that held three years of my youth. Past loves and hates flickered before my eyes, but I had no regrets.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

“I promise. I have survived too much to die in that penthouse. I am coming back to you. To our child. To the life we are going to build.” The journey south began the next evening. We traveled under heavy security, changing vehicles multiple times to avoid detection. I sat in the back of an armored SUV with Damien, my hand in his the entire way. The baby moved steadily, as if drawing strength from our determination. As the lights of New York appeared on the horizon, I felt a strange mix of terror and resolve. This city had taken so much from me. Now I was returning to take something back.

After three long years of being shoved to the margins in Aronespire, stepping back into a home where I was cherished was overwhelming. Hot tears spilled uncontrollably down my face.

, asked Murphy in astonishment. "Yes, I went back home one day. I found a storybook which my father wrote for me. I came to know much about that", he admitted. "How did you find me?", Murphy asked astoundingly. "Hellion told me that you are in a fix, she came to know from her system somehow. We ran towards you and found you being attacked. It was that we made it soon, otherwise the danger would have been much out of control", his face was flushed with sorrow as he tried to remind that.

'lavanya, I am leaving. Don't forget to call me if you are going anywhere ' said Nithya 'Nithya, I am also with you ' 'with me ' Nithya rolled her eyes.. 'I am not a child and I am fine now... Samaria is out of my mind, so don't worry ' 'Nithya don't you remember, tomorrow I have a test, I am planning to explore the city. And how can I leave you alone in the alien world. And I '

So that when I finally decide to make 'The Return' to this damned town, I can get back everything that belongs to me without any legal issues. Everything is set. The young man sent to pull the trigger does not know that all this is staged. I am wearing a bulletproof because he will shoot my torso, as he was directed. The boy does his job as told. I hear Camilla screaming in terror behind me as I fall to the ground. The staged ambulance comes to my rescue with Andrew as the driver. I am taken to the airport to catch my flight. My flight to a new life... A new country. A new family.

It was the only move left on the board. "Okay," I said, the word a surrender and a declaration of war. "We go back." The journey to the city was a somber reversal of our flight. The same battered transport, the same desolate landscape. But this time, I was not a fugitive. I was a returning queen, my crown a sleeping infant, my scepter a story I had to make the world believe.