Way Back Movie Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" Shuffling, "What? Me?" Charlie narrows her eyes, a thought pops into her head, "Deedah! Are you having sex?!" This time, her best-friend laughs loudly, "No, *Poo-poo bear*. This fart bag was tickling me before you called. That monster..." She mutters at the end. "Oh? Zeus is back from Egypt? When did he get back?" "Dude just got back yesterday and he's trying to get into my pants," She hears the traces of an eye roll in her tone.

Her polite, distant tone carried an unspoken warning, as if reminding me that this was the office and our roles were strictly professional. I caught the hidden meaning in her words and forced myself to suppress my emotions. "Good morning, Ms. Thorne," I replied. Beatrice responded with a faint nod. She kept walking, as if I were nothing more than a stranger to her. I smiled bitterly, the words of my resignation hanging in my throat. But then again, she probably wouldn't have cared. Suddenly, my phone lit up. It was a message from my son, Parker Bainbridge, sent via his smartwatch. "Dad, will Mom come back to celebrate my birthday?"

“Nikolai what, what are you talking about?, why wou, why would you“ my hands roughly going through my hair. He cut me off, his voice sharp. “Liora’s back.” For a second the name didn’t register. Then it did, my stomach twisted. Liora hale. His college sweetheart, His first love. “What, what do you mean she’s back?, back as in, back in belgrave?, or what” My voice cracked, trying to steady my laboured breathing, and bring the ringing in my head to stop, more tears streaming down my cheeks without permission. A stinging feeling of betrayal blossoming in my chest.

I never expected to see Sean again, and certainly not at my personal fashion exhibition. He had lost a lot of weight, and his presence was worn down. When our eyes met, there was a strange look on his face, something between a laugh and a sob. It was almost absurd. By then, though, my heart had fully healed. I could once again stand beneath the spotlight and speak to the audience, with poise and confidence that had always been mine. I had already climbed out of the lowest point of my life. So, I named this exhibition “Rebirth”, a celebration not just of my work, but of my own revival.

"They stop asking questions." His words lingered long after the conversation ended. Because that was exactly what had happened. Everyone had trusted Martin Ellison. No one had looked any deeper. Back at Holloway Industries... Olivia's computer chimed. A new email had arrived from an off-site archival storage company. Subject: Requested Security Backup Located She opened it immediately. We have recovered one backup drive matching your request. Preliminary inspection indicates the drive contains surveillance footage from the week of the Sentinel Dynamics board presentation. Olivia smiled.

I can't continue living in this town. I am ready to play this game. But what makes me sad is my precious, perfect daughter, Camilla. I know of all the people, she will be affected the most by my 'death'. But there is really nothing I can do about it. Plus, I am leaving everything in her name. 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. ÷÷÷÷÷÷÷

"What are you making a fuss for? I'll be frank with you. We didn't manage to revive Aria." He added, "She had a case of myocarditis and had already stopped breathing. We're currently arranging to make her an organ donor…"

"We will protect Mommy and defend her. We will even fight Daddy if he hurts Mommy." "I know. I would do the same for her. Don't worry," said Aretha firmly. "Before the Red Moon festival tomorrow, Grandma will talk to your Mommy and give her something important and valuable. She will make the Nightwalker Pack proud with that." The twins hugged Aretha tightly and thanked her. They winked at each other while in Aretha's warm embrace. The initial stage of their plan has been successful

"You still make that weird tea with ginger and cloves?" "Of course. And it still burns the soul on the way down." "Perfect." I smiled and went to the kitchen. The kettle hissed with heating, and I saw him looking round the living room as though he were taking in every inch of it, every aroma, every imperceptible residue of the life we once had all to ourselves. "It is weird to be back here," he said calmly as I brought two mugs. "Weird how?" "Like... like I never did all those insane things, but I know I did, it just feels too calm. Does that make sense?"

He asked. I took a step forward. "Do you still remember something I do?" I asked then took another step. "To the moon and back?" His eyes widened upon hearing that. His eye shone with an unreadable emotion that keeps on dancing as he looks at me with his mouth open wide. "Athijha," He mumbled. "Do you still remember it, Exiquel?" "Of course," He answered. "Athijha, can you say those words again?" "I want to take it back," I said which caught him off guard. "That's one of the reason why I agreed to come here. I wanted to take it back, Exiquel."