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Authors Note: Why I Love Flashbacks
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2025-10-17 13:00:40Hi, my amazing readers!?
If you’ve been reading my stories, you’ve probably noticed I love using flashbacks, a lot. 😅 It’s not just a stylistic choice. For me, flashbacks are anchors because they connect the past to the present and reveal the hidden motives, secrets, and emotions that shape my characters’ choices. You get to actually see their motivations in the past, what they really thought about something. Sometimes a single memory can pivot the entire story, changing how you see a character or twisting the truth you thought you knew. 🔥 So if you ever come across a flashback, do read it! You get to see what happened instead of just being told. It might change everything you thought you knew. Continue bingeing! I love y'all! ❤️
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~Flashback continues~ Thorne’s POV Months had passed before I realized how deep I was in. Lorie wasn’t just another woman I fooled around with, she’d become my whole damn world. We spent nearly every day together. She’d drag me out for drives at midnight just to get greasy fries or force me to dance with her in the living room while some old rock song played in the background. When she laughed, it sounded like rebellion. When she kissed me, it was chaotic. I didn't regret going after her. My friends were right. And every time she snapped a picture of us, she blurred my face, because she was too jealous to let others see my face. It was possessive. Intense. Addicting. I told myself she was just protective and that she cared. But sometimes, when she got drunk—really drunk—she’d get mean. Her jealousy could slice a man open. That night, we were in our usual bar. The music thumped low, the air thick with smoke. She had her arm wrapped around my shoulders, her body pressed close,
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 142: FLASHBACK 1 (How I Met Your Mother.)
~ Flashback ~...15 YEARS AGO…Thorne’s POVWe were in a bar. Neon lights flickered off the cracked mirrors behind the counter, painting everything in sick shades of red and blue. Logan and Skylar were already halfway gone,laughing too loud, spilling beer on the table, clinking their glasses like kings of chaos. We were barely eighteen but always trying to act like adults. They were my partners in crimes,my best friends.Logan slammed his drink down and pointed his bottle at me. “To us, the legends who finally left the virgin squad behind!”Skylar groaned, rubbing his temple but grinning like a maniac. “Bro, I swear, Logan’s gonna put that on his tombstone.”“Damn right,” Logan said proudly. “You should’ve seen her, Thorne. My hot-ass neighbor’s daughter, she’s been giving me the look for months. Always walking around in those short shorts, bending over to ‘pick’ something up. Come on, what’s a man supposed to do?”Skylar burst out laughing, beer foaming down his chin. “You? A man? M
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother Authors Note: Why I Love Flashbacks
Hi, my amazing readers!? If you’ve been reading my stories, you’ve probably noticed I love using flashbacks, a lot. 😅 It’s not just a stylistic choice. For me, flashbacks are anchors because they connect the past to the present and reveal the hidden motives, secrets, and emotions that shape my characters’ choices. You get to actually see their motivations in the past, what they really thought about something. Sometimes a single memory can pivot the entire story, changing how you see a character or twisting the truth you thought you knew. 🔥 So if you ever come across a flashback, do read it! You get to see what happened instead of just being told. It might change everything you thought you knew. Continue bingeing! I love y'all! ❤️
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 140: Her Mom.
Delilah’s POV“...You know,” a deep voice said from the kitchen, “I was thinking of baby names while you were gone…Delilah?”My throat closed up and I wiped the tears from my face . Slowly, I turned, anger twisting painfully in my chest. I picked up the file as his footsteps approached.He appeared at the doorway of the hidden study, shirtless, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips. But the sight that once made my pulse race now made my stomach twist. The faint silver light from the room painted half his face in shadow. His beautiful, dangerous, now guilty face.“Delilah,” he said quietly, taking a hesitant step forward. “It’s not what you think.”My chest heaved, hot tears already burning at the corners of my eyes. “Not what I think?” My voice cracked, rising with disbelief. “You killed her!”“Delilah…”“No!” I stumbled back, shaking my head violently. “Don’t you dare say my name like that. You killed my mother!”Deep down, I was begging for him to tell me that this is all a big mi
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 139: My Mother's Killer.
Delilah’s POVI jolted awake. My heart raced so fast I thought it might tear through my ribs. Oh God.. I just had a terrible nightmare.In the dream, I’d been falling… tumbling down endless stairs… screaming until my throat burned. And then the cruel pain tearing through my belly.And there was blood. Lots of it.I gasped, sitting up in bed, my palm instinctively flying to my stomach. I was breathing too fast, the nightmare clinging to me like smoke I couldn’t exhale. There's no way I'm losing this baby again. No way in hell.“It’s just a dream,” I whispered to myself, trying to calm my trembling hands. “Just a dream… hormones, that’s all.”The room was dark, lit only by the silver wash of moonlight spilling through the curtains. I looked at Thorne, still asleep.His lips were parted slightly, his hair messy against the pillow. The sight softened something inside me, made me forget the terror for a moment. I'd never forget our intense and sweet sex.I slid carefully off the bed, tryi
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 138: Tracked.
Naomi’s POV“Francine?” My voice cracked. “Wh–what do you mean you can’t help me? You—you wanted to warn me about him! You told me he wasn’t what he seemed…Francine, please, he’s a monster, you were right!”There was a long pause. I could hear the hum of chatter, the faint announcement of boarding gates in the background. Is she at the airport? This can't be good.Then Francine’s voice came again, shaky but cold. “I know what he is, Naomi,” she said softly. “That’s why I can’t help you.”My heart stuttered. “What are you talking about?”“I have a restraining order against him.” Her breath hitched. “But it didn’t stop him. It never does. He… he found where I stayed back in Canada with my son and his nanny. I thought I was safe after I moved, after I changed my name, but he found out anyway.”“What did he do?”She inhaled sharply. “He’s after my son.”The world tilted. “What?”“His men has been stalking him, taking pictures of him.” she said, her voice cracking into a sob she tried to
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