A Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

He looked like someone standing at the edge of a memory he never wanted to relive. I stepped beside him quietly. Then slipped my hand into his. “We’ve got you,” I whispered. His fingers tightened around mine. Once. Hard. Then he nodded. And without another word.... We stepped into the territory of his past. Together. Whatever waited for us… We would face it as one.

"Make the past perfect, Alice. You were born for this." The last echo of her voice faded into silence. Alice stood still, her heart trembling, not from fear now, but from the solemn wonder of it all. And then, with all the courage her ancestors had poured into her blood, she took a single, irrevocable step forward.

“Stop digging into the past. Stop worrying about things that can’t be changed. Just… trust me, Imani. Let me protect you.” He smiled faintly, and for anyone else, it might’ve been reassuring. But for me, it felt like a cage tightening. I nodded slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Okay.” He exhaled, relieved, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. “Good girl,” he murmured before stepping aside to let me enter the palace first. But as I walked through the grand doors, my mind was far from calm. I could still hear Stephan’s voice in my head, low and steady.

The biggest obstacle in his path was about to be removed. Once Sonia was single again, Chris was certain he could make her his. He was about to say something, but Sonia chased him out. "Don't just stand there. Get going already!" He did not want to leave just like that, but some things were meant to be taken slowly. In the end, he left without saying a word. It was his first time attending a high-class event. He had to be fully prepared. Though he was just her event partner this time around, next time might be different.

The storm outside roared on, but the real one had just begun inside our walls. My StepDaddy just Disvirgined me, but don’t think it ends girl. Because this not so innocent girl, has a lot of forbidden fantasies she’s yet to explore.

As he left the room, the three men turned their full attention to me. The tattooed one leaned closer, voice low and smooth. “So… how long have you been fucking your stepdad?” The question hit me like a slap. I sat there, surrounded by strangers, heart pounding, body aching, and realized I was moving right on the edge of something I might never come back from. Upstairs, I heard footsteps. Chloe was moving around. And downstairs, three men were waiting for my answer.

With just a glance from him, an assistant immediately stepped forward. “Bring the custom jewelry case flown in from Switzerland. Let my wife choose at her leisure.” His tone was casual, like this was as trivial as ordering tea. I was too stunned to speak. Those pieces were worth a fortune, and yet, he had not so much as raised his voice. Adorned in jewels I chose, I was still reeling from shock and uncertainty. I let Vincent Holt take my hand and lead me into the grand hall. Crystal chandeliers scattered light like captured stars. It felt surreal.

"Never mind. You can go sit in your room by yourself." Marcus exhales heavily. "Whatever. Let's go." Outside, we sit with a six-pack of beer, just like we used to do, leaning against the grotto by the pool. It all feels familiar, like we're stepping right back into the place we were four years ago, as if no time has passed at all. And yet, there's part of me that feels like we're strangers, that so much has happened in the past few years there's no way I could possibly know Marcus anymore.

Eden I walked a distance, trying to find a coffee shop, bookshop, restaurant, or anything that would take my mind from the fact that I fucked my stepfather. But there was no luck. Just as I was about to request an Uber ride, a car stopped next to me, and the back window went down, and there he was, the man I fucked, my motherfucking stepfather. "You could have taken any of the cars at home, you know?" I didn't dare look at him. I don't even know what to say to this man. Does that mean he had been cheating on almighty Lilian before me? Is this something he's used to doing?

Which means… I have to be on my best behavior tomorrow. I need to make a good impression on my future step-uncle. I’ll make sure he likes both me and Mom.