Novel & Cerita To Turn Back Time To The Good Old Days

If I could turn back time, I would have taken a different approach. If I could turn back time, I would have replied to their conversation. If I could turn back time, I would have been friends with them. "Too bad time can't be reversed," Lily's words snapped me out of my woolgathering, almost as if she could read my mind. "I am sorry," I uttered slowly, unable to meet her eyes.

“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to go back to the past?” I suppressed a snicker. Go back to the past? Julian, if I could go back, I’d have blocked your chance to deceive me from the very start. But appearances had to be kept. I tilted my head, smiling politely. “Things have been chaotic lately, but I think it’s fine as they are. Why do you want to go back?” He raised an eyebrow, a trace of nostalgia in his voice. “You were so innocent then. Dating was simple. Now… maybe it’s because I’m older, I miss those days more.”

"Are you done?." "Not quite yet. Should I tell you a secret? If you could turn back the hands of time, you would never be able to acquire what it is that you want, no matter how hard you tried. I can't count how many times I've told you this, but the only thing that can be altered is the future. Even if you were able to travel through time and change things in the past, how can you be sure that you won't throw everything out of whack?"

"Even if we're not in the same pack anymore, you're always welcome to visit. I hope to see you again soon." I'd been glowing since I returned home. Mom and Dad were spoiling me rotten, just like when I was a kid. At a get-together with my childhood friends, they wouldn't let up. "Did you invent some magic beauty potion or what? Come on, share the secret. We all want that glow." "Nope. I'm just happy. I guess it shows." We kept joking around until my phone buzzed. An unknown number popped up on the screen. I'd only had this new number for two days, so it was probably some telemarketer. I swiped to end the call.

I take a deep breath and I go to pour both of us another glass of wine but he reaches the bottle first and does it himself. I take a sip from my glass, “Does a turned wolf get a mate?” I ask nervously. His eyebrows furrow, “We don’t know, there’s not much recorded on Turned wolves, they are a rarity,” he explains. “Oh, well I guess that’s for the best, I’m a bit of a handful,” I say awkwardly trying to hide the disappointment I didn’t realize I would have. “If you find one after 18, why haven’t you?” I deflect. He sighs, “I haven’t done much travelling, my mate is clearly not a part of my pack, it’s actually unusual for a wolf my age to not have found their mate,” he takes another large gulp

I went on a tirade. "If you didn't want to spend the New Year at my parents' house from the start, you should've just said so! You agreed, and now you're going back on your word! You're absolutely shameless, Gordon!" My outburst caused Gordon's expression to darken. He turned around and blamed everything on me. "If you hadn't pestered me ceaselessly, do you think I would've done this? I could only agree first and try to talk you out of it after we came home."

As despair settled over me, Zeke pressed a few buttons on his phone, deleting my contact information along with every trace of our past. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I could only watch as it all disappeared. And then, as if erasing me wasn't enough, he discarded his phone, got down on one knee before Brooke, and pulled out a ring. "Brooke Fuller, the past is nothing but dust in the wind. Right now, I only want you to be my wife. Will you marry me?" Dust in the wind? I let out a bitter smile. I could tell it didn't hurt anymore.

"What do you mean?" "I think it's time you started living again." Elena frowned. "Living?" "You've spent too much time hiding from your past." "It's time to focus on your future." His words stayed with her. For the first time in a long while, she found herself thinking about tomorrow instead of yesterday. Later that afternoon, Damian asked Elena to meet him in his office. She knocked gently. "You wanted to see me?" "Come in." She stepped inside. Damian slid a file across the desk.

"She said it will glow and vibrate." "Yes, it is a one-way portal to this specific time. It will create one if you want to come back from the twenty-first century," he looked at it with curiosity. "How do I go back?" "I don't know," he shrugged, "Maybe you can go back as Allena." "Does time run faster here than in Chicago?" "Yes. If you go to the Stone Age, it runs even faster." "Selma told me about druids living a longer life by going back in time. But won't they age faster there?"

It's always the little things, it's what made me love him even more. God, I miss him so much. I badly want to go back in time and just be happy again. I can't believe I am starting to feel like this when I am two days away from being free from him. Come on now, Jean. You're just two days away. Just two days. You might regret it if you give in. Don't give it away.