A Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

You can relive the color of his shirt, the slight frown that formed between his brows; How did you feel that the seconds never passed. That was my greeting to Bradley, a slight intervention in his routine. Like in the movie « Back to the Future », when Marty tried to change his life by buying the almanac that would make him a millionaire. It was an intervention that remained in his past, because at the end of the day he had to go back and fix it, but, my point is, that event would remain solely in Marty's memory; just as it would be in Bradley's that a random girl greeted him before an event.

Shobek chuckled, "I guess not." Belasco yawned and sipped his coffee again before looking at the time, "well, I suppose I'll go play some games since I'm up. And I am sure you are tired. You can drop the window shades if you'd like. It's the same button over there by the steps." Shobek nodded to Belasco as his friend downed the rest of his coffee and put the mug in the sink. "Thank you again, Belasco." "Never say I don't do anythin for you, friend," Belasco replied as he headed up the black floating steps to the upper floor. His footsteps fell quite shortly after the sound of a door closing.

What changed? At this point, the club was a mess. There were broken glasses everywhere. The place that was initially noisy was as quiet as a graveyard. That was when Stephan walked in majestically like nothing happened. He looked like a king walking into his palace. Each step he took caused everyone's heart to tremble. Everyone except Mariana. She was only focused on the ache she's feeling between her legs. She knew she wanted something, but what? Bids of sweat rolled down her forehead as she desperately wanted to throw herself into Josh's arm.

I'm too stubborn, I should have waited until tomorrow. But when I finally arrive at the boat, all the discomfort falls away. I don't understand why I remain so confident that this will work. I just know I'm going to be able to make a change in history with Tim showing that time travel is real. I sit down on the ice-covered bench. It helps that my ass already feels frozen and numb. I click out my flashlight and I am absorbed into the complete darkness around me. No time to lose, I don't think my body can stand sitting this much longer. Almost routinely, I let images come of the day I met Tim. Everything goes as before, until the rainbow colours take me where I want to go. I step into my old l

my cousin David said when he saw my fear and I nodded. He opened the door with the lead and as I stepped inside, a sea of negative sensations ran through my being from head to toe. I hated that I couldn't suppress the fact that I felt like the young girl I had more than seven years ago, and the trembling of fear cast a shadow over my body. I walked at a slow pace without stopping to see the state of the property, I didn't want to remember more than maybe I would soon, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I climbed the stairs to the room and noticed that no one was following me, which made me frown. I turned to look at them.

The conclusion was always the same. What she had in mind to do in order to help Billy saving the company, would force her to take a painful walk back in her past. Stephanie knew that every single word she will say to him it will make her feel like being stabbed over and over again with an edgy, dull knife. Her past was a dark place that she had desperately tried to run away from and move on.

He stepped up beside Mama, and in an instant, I was twenty-four again, standing on that porch with a small suitcase and swollen eyes, apologizing for a mistake too big to take back. But this time, I wasn’t carrying a suitcase. And I wasn’t bringing an apology. And as we stepped onto the first stone stair, I knew there would be no warm welcome waiting. But I also knew there was no way forward except through. Step by step. No retreat. No permission. The stone steps were just as cold as I remembered, though the morning sun was already warming their edges. We were just reaching the last two steps when a voice broke the air, deep and round.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.

That was why, no matter how cruel he had been, I had never once considered deleting his contact. But after what he did at his birthday banquet, I realized it was no longer necessary. He had moved forward without looking back, so I wasn't going to keep myself trapped in the past. … Spencer stayed by my side as I searched for an apartment, built my résumé, and looked for jobs. He even helped me clean the new place. We didn't talk much as we were each quietly focusing on our own tasks. Then, the doorbell rang. I assumed Spencer had ordered something again, so I opened the door—only to find Zeke standing there.