The Return Novel Novels & Stories

The turning point came when headquarters assigned a new colleague to assist me with my work. When we met, the female colleague did a double take, then called out my name without hesitation. "Cyrus Benedict? Is that really you?" I stared at her for a moment, surprised. It was my high school classmate—Lydia Willow. She had a sharp, short haircut, flawless makeup, and the commanding presence of a successful career woman. A far cry from the quiet, reserved girl I remembered.

What gnaws at me most is the honest answer to the question, "Would I like to go back a few hours and fix everything?" Because I wouldn't. The burning in my lower abdomen and the aching pain between my legs make me despise and love myself simultaneously. I have no idea how this is possible, but I can't think of a better way to describe my condition. My whole world has been turned upside down. Everything has changed. I betrayed my principles, yet Jaden returned to my life. Or did he? I'm so confused that I don't understand anything anymore.

“I closed the door, Julian. But some of them were already through. They’re like ink stains on paper. You can’t just wipe them away.” A strange shadow moved at the far end of the warehouse. It wasn’t a person, not really. Just this tall, skinny shape, twitchy, flickering, like something on a broken TV. One of the Returned—a scientist who vanished twenty years ago. Now his eyes glowed flat green, empty. “The girl…” The Returned’s voice echoed off the metal walls. His lips didn’t even move. “She gave the child the dream. Now we are hungry for the dreamer.”

And she'll never return Christopher: He/Him: Stripped of his title before he could grow into it and denied the girl his young self wanted, Christopher came of age with a heart full of anger. Suppressing the angry parts of him, he fell in love with his mate. All should have been properly in line for him. Only when the girl from his past returns, that dark side of him reemerges and he loses everything all over again at his own fault

The "Violet-Spring" was a paradise for everyone but its architect. As the world moved into a state of "Shared-Resonance," Avery Vane-Thorne remained a "Dissonant-Note." While the people of Geneva walked in a glow of "New-Unity," Avery was still haunted by the "Archive-Static" of the 146 chapters she had lived. She could see the faces of friends who hadn't been born yet and feel the scars of battles that, in this new timeline, had never occurred. She was a "Walking-Anachronism," a human library of a tragedy that was no longer "Real."

Ruthless and insatiable for power, he thrived on control, growing more ravenous with every conquest. And now, when he was at the peak of his empire, basking in the wealth and influence he had long craved, Lorenzo Kim had returned. The Kim Clan, once the supreme rulers of Korea’s underworld, had been a shadow of its former self for years. But Lorenzo had changed that. One by one, he was tearing Zane’s empire apart—stealing his contracts, luring away his allies, undermining his control. And now, Zane was steadily losing ground. He ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply. “How the fuck do you have no clue about this?” His sharp gaze snapped to Vanessa, his inside woman—the bait he had ski

To her surprise, it wasn’t one of the workers, it was Harry. He was dressed in a black shining suit and he was trying to knot his tie when she got in. “You are back?” It was shocking. She didn’t even know he would return home today. “Learn to knock.” He replied bluntly, his gaze not leaving his tie. Zara scoffed. “You didn’t tell me you would be coming back today. I thought someone else was in your room.” “Is there a reason I should tell you when I’m coming back home, Zara Wellington?” He turned to her. He was already done with the tie.

Ryan frowned but he didn’t say anything as he tried to calm down from the embarrassment of being rejected. “Why did you come back to my office anyway? I’m on my way out,” Lora said. She didn’t like how Ryan kept giving her attention. He was dangerous. Ryan finally remembered why he had returned to Lora’s office. He glanced at her and remarked, “The chairman would like to meet our new partner, so I came here to invite you for lunch with him.” Lora arched an eyebrow and asked, “Is it a business lunch meeting or…?” “Of course, it’s business. Do you want it to be something else?” Ryan replied, his eyes boring into Lora’s hazel ones as a side smirk crossed his lips.

Back at home, my husband and mother-in-law were in the midst of party preparations. The birthday gathering was well-attended, mostly by friends James Clark and I both knew. "Honey, you're back." James wrapped his arms around me in his usual way. "Go slip into your new dress. You're the belle of the ball today, so you've got to look stunning." I cast my eyes down and gave a small nod. "Alright." Slipping into the only white dress in my closet felt like reliving my previous life. No sooner had I zipped up than a ruckus erupted outside.

Down the corridor— Ethan was walking, talking on his phone. So close. So near. Aiden shook violently, trying to scream. But no sound escaped. The shadow pulled him away. The stairwell swallowed them both. 🌙 The Night Everything Broke Night fell. The city dimmed. Lilian returned home exhausted, her body heavy, her mind restless. Her heels echoed softly. “Aiden?” “Aria?” Aria ran out. “Mom!” Relief rushed through Lilian— then stopped. Only one voice. One set of footsteps.