Working Backwards Novels & Stories

“Okay. Reverse order was a bust.” We made our way back to the buttons. “Maybe it’s based on size?” I suggested, pointing at each button. “Wolf, tree, wave, mountain, star.” “Could make sense,” Dominic said. Bastian thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “Be ready to run.” We all held our breath as he pressed the buttons in the order I described. Wolf. Tick. Tree. Tick. Wave. Tick. Mountain. Tick. Star. Tick tick tick tick tick tick TICK!

Minnie adjusted the hem of her oversized flannel jacket, nervously tugging it lower as she stood at the front door. The black combat boots on her feet were scuffed at the toes, her magenta-dyed curls tucked under a knit beanie she almost didn’t wear—but in the end, she couldn’t bring herself to walk into her father’s house without some sort of armor. She already knew what was waiting on the other side: her stepmother’s passive-aggressive glances, her sister’s glossy pity, and her father’s complete lack of noticing anything beyond whatever team was playing on the living room screen.

After I settled into my new residence, I received a string of messages from members of the original pack. "Lily! Where are you? Eva has completely messed up everything. We can't manage anything at all right now." "She doesn't even understand the most basic management rules. I really don't get why Alpha made her our Beta." The complaints continued to come one after another. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. I didn't respond to a single message. I calmed myself and started to learn the affairs of the Howl of the Moon Pack gradually. My father found me an assistant named Zach Earle. With his help, I had everything in the Howl of the Moon Pack running smoothly within just one

This time I would finish him. "Shaurya Agnihotri starts counting your days in reverse manner. I am coming." The room heard my growling and frustration with my utmost hateful statement.

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.

I'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

"Are you done yet? You keep digging up ancient grudges to make things difficult for her every single day. Don't you have anything better to do? At least Emily knows how to worry about me and help me keep the clients happy. "What about you? Not only are you slacking off, but now you're even trying to sabotage her, too." Even though I had already prepared myself and knew he would side with her, his attitude still felt like a sharp blade driven straight through my heart. It was then that my past memories flooded my mind. ... In my past life, when the company's capital chain was on the verge of collapse, I reached out to a close friend who helped introduce a wealthy investor from the Emirates.