The Redo Novels & Stories

I was the biological son the Rhodes family had spent years searching for. Upon our reunion, all I wanted was to feel accepted. I learned to agree with everything they asked of me, no matter how unreasonable it sounded. Whenever they gave me an order, I followed it. I never questioned them. One afternoon, Reagan Rhodes, the boy who had lived as the Rhodes family's son in my absence, glanced at me and snarled in disgust. "You smell awful. Why don't you get inside the sterilization chamber and disinfect yourself?" I turned toward the industrial machine without hesitation. I stepped inside the chamber, closed the door behind me, and started the machine. My mom discovered me before

When her dad was selling his merchandise and her mom was busy preparing lunch, they accidentally saw an old man standing near their stall. The old man looked tired and seemed confused. That grandfather then approached their stall. As soon as he saw the plates and leftover food they had eaten, he wanted to take it. Helen's mother didn't chase him away; instead, she just took their leftovers and dirty dishes. The mother then replaced the plate with a clean bowl and gave the grandfather a portion of chicken porridge that was still fresh and untouched for that old grandfather to eat.

Luca listened carefully, and promised to do what he could to help. The next day, John and Marcus returned with good news. "It's done boss", they said confidently. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, as though I had regained control over the situation. Without wasting any time, I picked up the phone and called Ted. "Hello Ted," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "Good morning sir," he responded politely. "I have a job for you Ted," I continued, "Gather your men; we have something fishy to find in Sin City."

But at last there is a suspicion happened with rosy. Usually alish laptop had red color cover, but now it is in black covered. I can see there is a small chip attached to it. *****

Carter asked, walking behind Red while she was walking around. "Yeah... and did you donate the stock?" "Yeah we did. We were at a loss but compensated for it eventually in a matter of days." "Yeah, you were asking something." "Why don't you meet Mr Grave? Even at the meeting of partnership, none of you were present." Red let out a hollow chuckle, "I don't fancy him. His fakeness irks me." She hissed. He nodded in understanding. "But it's work, you have to swallow resentments to gain the ultimate reward." She said and then went to back,

Relief floods me immediately. “It must be my lucky day, I get three for the price of one,” the man chuckles, his voice makes my skin crawl and I try to struggle out of his hold again but I am rewarded with a splitting pain in my head, “She is a feisty one, isn’t she? Probably a screamer.” There is a growl and the man chuckles again, “Alpha Reynolds, let me introduce myself. I am Lucas, the man who is going to bring you to justice.”

“Grovel. On your knees. Until they bleed.” Reid didn’t even hesitate. “Done.” That made James pause. “…Wow. No argument?” “I deserve worse,” Reid said flatly. “But I also know groveling alone won’t fix everything. There’s too much damage. Too many loose ends.” James hummed thoughtfully. “At least you’re self-aware now. That’s new.” Reid ignored the jab. “I need to rebuild. Slowly. Correctly.” “Okay,” James said. “So what’s first on the saint-Mr. Carter redemption checklist?”

Finding the hallway clear, I pulled her out of the office and led her up to a secluded corner of the rooftop. The moment we arrived, she violently yanked her hand out of my grip. "You dragged me all the way up here, so you better have something incredibly meaningful to say," she fired at me, her eyes blazing. "Because I am in a shitty mood right now." I licked my lower lip and adjusted the lapels of my jacket, trying to channel my usual on-camera confidence. "Well, my name is Russell. Russell Miller. You've probably heard of me, but I'll keep this brief—"

We eat. We talk. We do not talk about the hospital. We do not talk about the break room. We do not talk about the two weeks, or the three days, or the part of Aiden Black that is the part that disappears. We talk about the small things, the kind of small things that a person talks about on a third date, except we are not on a third date, we are on a redo, which is its own small category, the category of people who have already done the small things and are now doing them on purpose.

was only replied he gave me. End of Flashback Five years back we performed all crucial death rituals as per Hindu (caste) tradition for our mother and… also… also for our father, on this particular day Mike and I….. Completed our revenge on our mother rapist and murdered because of which every year on this day we tend to open a new NGO with name ‘KARMA’ in India , New York and Russia which is specially working for helping to give a new and better living to all Men’s and Women’s who have gone through most horrible and disgusting thing like ‘Rape’ in their past, our NGO name ‘KARMA’ is derived from three super ladies from our life Journey ‘Kalyani And Ratna And Meenakshi’ who are our pride, co