Working Backwards Mga Nobela at Kwento

POV Ruby "I can do this. I can do this. I HAVE to do this." I mumbled to myself as I wobbled out of my room. It was late or early, depending on your point of view. I had managed to send them all home a few minutes ago. Mom, Slivia and Cassy all wanted to spend the night but I had argued and Varg drove them home with promises that they would be back in a few hours. I knew that I had to be quick but I needed to see it. To be sure.

her mother, answered. I laughed. She's really into the bald thing. She glared at me. I clicked my tongue she can’t stop scratching her back. "Can you stop scratching your back? Your tummy is getting exposed!" Oh, yeah! I'm really conservative when it comes to Wrightwood Sisters and this girl doesn't know how to listen. "Ma, can you look at my back? I think there are hair fall that stocked on my back." she asked her mother. I saw Mama was doing something so I pulled her closer to look and see her back. "There are no hair falls at your back; you are just scratching for nothing." I said.

I'm already dead. Wait, I realized one thing. I looked at the calendar on the nightstand and realized that it was a calendar from 3 years ago. I was silent and tried to digest all this confusing information. "Mom, what date is it?" I asked Mommy. Mommy, who wanted to leave my room, turned and looked at me with a strange look. "Does sleeping give you amnesia, dear? Did Mommy shake your body too hard, making you so dazed?" Mommy's face looked worried.

walkthrough, the silence was heavy, broken only by the frantic whispers of assistants and the sharp click of expensive shoes on the marble floor. ​I stood behind the secondary camera, my hands steady only because of years of practice, though my chest felt like it was collapsing. He was right there—barely ten feet away. I could see the familiar curve of his jaw and the way his hair caught the light, but the warmth was gone. He looked like a statue carved from ice.

Hearing her double down and spout such shameless remarks, the clients were beyond furious. "This investment deal is terminated immediately! And from now on, we'll never work together again!" It was Kenneth's turn to be stunned. He had indeed put in a great deal of effort behind the scenes for this deal. He frantically grabbed the interpreter and demanded, "Wait, aren't they just a few pork meatballs? If they don't like them, they don't have to eat them. Is it really necessary to travel all this way just to cancel the deal?" The interpreter looked at him with a mixture of frustration and anger, his tone grave.

"We want to win back the Madiles with our sincerity." What a clever tactic of feigned submission. They were trying to use a high-sounding statement to package, dilute, and ultimately dissolve everyone's responsibility. Then, they cleverly passed the buck back to me, hoping to reclaim their $30,000 unscathed. They thought that there was safety in numbers? That they could force me to compromise to solve the issue? Dream on!

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)

"Caleb is my brother's name. It doesn't quite fit you, does it?" The little boy looked up at me with an expression far too weighted and guilty for someone his age. "My name is Yuvan White. I work for the Temporal Command." He paused. "I'm sorry, Natalie. I'm so sorry you've had to go through all of this." He told me everything. His assignment had been to enter Tristan's body and follow the original story through to its ending. The Temporal Command used that process to harvest energy from small worlds like this one, energy that kept the larger world running.