To Turn Back Time To The Good Old Days Novels & Stories

Matilda could not stop her eyes from turning red when she saw Jacob crying desperately like a child. She walked up to Jacob before she used her sleeves to gently wipe away his tears. After that, she said in a distressed manner, “Jacob, I know how you’ve suffered a lot for many years. If only we could turn back time. If only we could go back to the day before our graduation ceremony. If we could turn back time and even if I found out that you had sex with Elaine then, I would never have given up on you and let you go…” After that, Matilda sighed sadly before she said, “It’s a pity that it is all in the past now. No one can turn back time. In the blink of an eye, we’re both already middle-aged

I want to go back to the time when my father's shoulder was the highest place in the whole wide world…to the time when crying meant a smile was just around the corner. I want the beginning, when mother's laughter was music to my ears and father's voice was a source of admiration and solace. I want the little tree house behind the house, I want the fake dance parties and fast car races…to the time of tooth fairies and little gods, when Santa Claus was real…when all I had to be was… good and everything worked out just the way they were meant to be. I want the beginning and the goodies that came with it but atlas, I couldn't.

She acts like it was the perfect marriage, the perfect family, yet the truth was the opposite. She hopes to go back to the past, to hope that everything would be simpler. Her young self who was unselfish and naive. She wanted it back. She wanted her innocence and friend back. To start over, to make things right again. "If only I can turn back time." She sighed. Decades ago…

AELIANA “Stay the night, it’ll be just like old times. All my kids together.” Those words unnerve me. I don’t want to stay the night, I don't want it to be like old times. Those times were creaking hell, those times need to stay in the fucking past, I hate my past.

He thought for a moment and added, "Unless you help Sarah. She can't move easily." I was stunned, but he kept going. "You love kids, right? You're all torn up about losing yours. Here's your chance. Sarah's kids are barely a year old. They need someone. Plus, you got all those baby clothes and toys ready, didn't you? Go to the nursery, pack them up, and send them to Sarah." "No way. Those were for my baby," I protested. He snatched the bracelet box. "Want this back? Do what I say, or I'll smash it."

My fingers would skim over the notifications before deleting them. Eventually, the messages stopped coming. … That year, I had just turned 30 years old. After a long-haul landing in Falkirk, I received the news that I had been promoted. I had spent three years on international routes, managing the most complex flight schedules and personally handling mid-air medical crises across multiple countries. As I stood on my hotel balcony, gazing out at the distant lights, I knew then that I wanted to stop. I wasn't giving up on flying, but I wanted to step aside and leave opportunities to the younger crew members who worked just as hard as I once did.

After moving to the city alone, I rented a small room near a movie theater and picked up a job there doing odd tasks. In my last life, I loved watching movies. But whenever I suggested going for one, Nathaniel was mostly against the idea. He'd scold me mercilessly, saying it was a complete waste of time. Now, it felt like I was making up for that regret. I practically threw myself into work every day. Before I knew it, half a year had gone by in the city. I'd gone from just another worker doing grunt work to a junior manager at the theater.

And a secret she’d kept hidden for ten years. She adjusted her navy blazer as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding, and then she stepped inside. Her reflection in the mirrored walls stared back at her as she exhaled sharply. Twelve years ago, she came into this building as a young intern. Ten years ago, she left Damien Carrington’s life and never looked back. And now… she was coming back to take down his company. The elevator was quiet as it went up, and she felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t fear. It wasn’t regret. It was something stronger. She remembered her daughter’s sleepy face that morning, asking why she was wearing “war clothes” again.

“Yeah, I guess you can say that. Because guess what? My shift is over and I’m not letting you go home and sulk in that empty house. I’ve planned something fun for us today, and you’re coming whether I have to drag you there myself.” I smiled, because I didn’t have the energy to. And because I missed my best friend. I missed the life I used to live. I missed how carefree I used to feel whenever I was around her. She’d been my pillar the day my mother died, she’d been my pillar three years ago, and now, I could still count on her to support me. Plus I needed something active to keep my mind from coming back to Eddie. Going to the spa was the first thing on Arlene’s list and I enjoyed every min

Indeed in the road of years, the people living here knew us from the very beginning. I am 47 years old, but this story will always remain in those places, as if it's stuck in that time. It feels quite strange when I remember them 'cause they come with sadness and joy. Sometimes, I chuckle about the things we used to do, and wish I could go back, but that isn't possible!! is it? Bringing them back to life feels good, but then the saddest part comes and all I could think is "can I turn back time and make it alright?" but then I get this feeling, if I did, what if, it took the joy too. So, all I do is accept, when they come.The memories are still vivid. Others are best left alone, fade over ti