A Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

What do you want to know, exactly? Well that he wasn’t expecting, John to be so open in talking? So it was now or never. - I want you to make a travel into the past. - I figured that, I already made it like when you entered that door. Nobody comes to visit me just because they missed me. Everyone has an interest so I figured you do too. And I think I know exactly the time you want me to remember. The day that playing had become forbidden for me.

The chauffeur opened the door, and I stepped out, my eyes fixed on the entrance. Taking a deep breath, I walked up to the penthouse, inserting the key I still had into the lock. The door creaked open, and I stepped inside, the nostalgia hitting me like a wave. Everything looked the same, yet felt different. The silence was deafening. As I wandered through the empty rooms, my footsteps echoed off the walls. Each step brought back a memory, a pang of regret, and a longing for what was. I couldn't help but wonder what my life would be like if I had stayed, if we had worked through our issues.

"Do you want to see the paintings or not?" He didn't wait for an answer. He pulled me toward the grand staircase. Every step up felt like climbing the gallows. We bypassed the floor where the guest rooms were, moving higher into the estate, into the part of the house the staff whispered about. The East Wing was a labyrinth of obsidian and glass. The lights dimmed automatically as we entered, triggered by the chip in Julian’s watch. He stopped in front of a set of double doors. He tapped a code into the keypad—a code I didn't see—and the doors hissed open.

The memories of everything we had been through flashed through my mind. Then, I stepped into the light with the system resolutely, ready to enter the next world. The past couldn't be undone, but the future was still ahead.

Stephanie was rooted to the spot, staring at the screen as the enormity of it came down on her. The past wasn't through her. " It had just found its way back in. And down under the dust of the paper, something deadly had been waiting for her to see.

He sits in his parked car absently tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing from his radio. He begins to imagine what would happen once he steps into the house standing before him. A feel of electric current washes through his system and he comes out of his trans, giving a mischievous smile. After turning off his cars engine, he proceeds to the entrance of the house like a star walking towards a stage for an award.

So I made a promise, from now on, I won't waste another moment without her. This morning, I walked her to campus, and normally I'd go back home or go to the coffee shop to do some work. But this time, I was on a different mission. Instead of walking back home, I did a quick G****e search and headed over to Greene Street. After a good twenty minute walk, I stopped in front of the store window, and I saw my reflection on the glass. I had to take a moment and give myself a pep talk before going into the store. Seriously, I never thought I'd ever find myself in this place.

He was the heir of the Quinns, but he was also the loneliest person in the world. Stephen felt that his fate, his life, and his past were all completely hopeless. What was his wish? He said slowly, “I want... to start over.” He wanted to return to the past, before he ever came to Riveria, before he provoked Ethan, before all these tragedies happened. If only he never made those mistakes, the people around him would not have gotten hurt. Unfortunately, there were no ifs. Stephen trembled in despair and fear. He was afraid that fifty years later, when his grandfather had passed and his parents had aged, Ethan would be the only person left to talk to him.

The turmoil inside me instantly felt like a joke. I bet my smile looked far from pleasant as I pushed past the awkward driver and climbed into the driver's seat myself. When I reached the entrance of the banquet hall, Clement was already there, as if he had been waiting for me. He greeted me with a sly grin, demanding the invitation. "This is a formal event. Without an invite, I'm afraid I can't let you in," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

Brock- I was feeling seriously annoyed and angry. Stephanie's behavior seemed so childish, as if she were a second-grader playing pranks on her classmates. Sure, her pranks were high-tech, but they still felt immature. Despite this, I couldn't help but be impressed by the technology she had created. I realized she could be a valuable asset to my company. I made a mental note to try to convince her to move beyond being an intern and take on a bigger role, perhaps even running the entire company's security department.