A Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

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.

I was wondering if they were ready for me to stop being the student and start being the one who dictated the lessons. The car pulled up to the heavy iron gates, and I looked at the mansion not as a prison but as a throne room. I stepped out, my heels clicking on the pavement with a new, lethal precision. The timeout was over. It was time to go back inside and show them exactly how much I had grown.

Alice It still feels different every time I go up to Mom’s place—it’s like I return to a lighter version of myself, the one without complicated men, without corporate wars, and without eyes constantly measuring whether I’m enough for the world of people like Lance. I have my own keys and fingerprint on the door lock, so I just opened the door. I was immediately greeted by the smell of sinigang and the familiar laughter of my stepfather watching a documentary in the living room. Mom glanced at me from the kitchen, and her smile instantly widened.

He is important to me too. But we have to move forward. If we keep turning back and think about our past, we'll be stuck there. Maybe we should look ahead of us but that was impossible, it makes me so selfish, trying to forget my family because of my dreams to change that's a horrible thing to do. A strong and cold wind greeted me causing my skin hair to stand up. *** "Vaz, I'm here," I called after entering the house. I arranged my purchases first and went up to his room to knock. Maybe he's already asleep.

The world shrank to sound, to breath, to the faint warmth of his hand brushing mine. The stepbrother’s voice echoed: “Step forward.” The crunch of gravel beneath my feet was loud in the silence. My heart pounded as I felt the ground slant, the edge drawing closer. Ian’s voice guided me. “Left foot. Slow. Good. Now right.” I mirrored his steps, clinging to his words. Every shift of the ground felt like the world tilting, ready to swallow me whole. “Stop,” he whispered suddenly, tugging my hand. “There’s loose rock. Step wide.”