A Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

She uttered and finally walked away. As she walked into the mansion, she cleaned the tears in her eyes and sniffed. She had to stay strong. He was her past, and he didn’t mean anything to her. She headed straight to the bartender again. She badly needed that tequila. “I’m back. Can I have the tequila now?” She asked, and the bartender bobbed. “I thought you left already. I’ll pour you a new one,” He said, and Stephanie feebly smiled. She sat on the chair and started tracing the living room with her eyes. She wanted to catch a glimpse of her sister anywhere, but she could barely see everyone. The lights were too dim for her to recognize anyone from afar.

Dr green nodded in acknowledgment. "Am sure he's gonna come back, the reason he searched so earnestly for you the other time, he gonna come searching for you again" "I don't wanna go back there " "Why?" She shakes her head. "I read a book once in my mentor study thought it was just a fictional book and nothing special about it, it felt weird, you know, the past cross passing the present. It like we are in the past-present. Then an opportunity came, I took it, and began working as an intern. He wanted to bring the past to life. With him being in control.”

“Let’s go.” We stepped out of the car and made our way toward the building. The air seemed heavier here, as though it was filled with the ghosts of the past. My heels clicked sharply against the pavement, each step echoing the weight of what was to come. I kept my face expressionless, but inside, a storm was brewing.

Unexpectedly, she stopped talking and started cooking some pasta attentively. Caleb liked food with a richer taste. Hence, Layla added some peppers to the pasta. When she served it, she told Caleb to be careful since the pasta was hot. On the other hand, my cold pasta was laid aside and was ignored. I would have gotten jealous in my previous life. But I was not sad when I saw the three of them talking and laughing at the dining table. All I could think of was getting out of there as early as possible. Before I bade Alex goodbye, he told me that the tentative date for going abroad was set for the twentieth of the next month.

I muttered before taking a deep breath and taking a step forward. With each step toward the house, my emotions became chaotic to the point I barely recognized myself. After I opened the door, it was as if I was transported into the past. The good memories I had recalled as I walked to the house, were replaced by painful memories.

3 Natasha's eyes gently fluttered open, casting their gaze upon the familiar surroundings of her room. She found herself in a state of bewilderment, wondering what had transpired prior to her awakening. Just then, Mr. P entered the room, holding a steaming cup of coffee, which he carefully placed on the nearby stool. "Wah, wah... what happened, Mr. P?" she inquired, her voice tinged with curiosity and confusion. "What happened? You don't remember?" he responded, his tone filled with concern.

Mom rarely came home this early, and she never brought guests home. Curious, I pressed my ear against the door and tried to listen in. I was eavesdropping, but I wasn't sure if it was safe to walk in or not. Mom didn't have a lot of friends, and I didn't meet the ones that she did have. The voices weren't loud enough for me to make out any words in the conversation, though. After a second of thought, I knocked before opening the door and walking inside. The moment I did, I froze and regretted it. I wanted to turn back, but they'd both looked up, and they saw me. "Honey, you're back," Mom said, standing up.

Then when we reached the ground floor, we stepped out of the elevator and I glanced at the way where the kitchen was, and there was a tiny hope in me that she'd not too bothered about what we talked and would be making some pancakes for Chloe as usual. But I knew.. it was too much to hope as I hurt her for loving a cowardice and insecure person who was scared to admit his real feelings. "Sir?" Hayden snapped me out of my trance and I nodded, walking towards the car-park and unlocked the car and got into the driver seat while Hayden sat on the passenger seat, buckling up his seat belts. I put the key in the ignition and started the engine, focusing my gaze ahead. If I could go back in time an

Not just the estate, but the history, the legacy, everything I had once run from. The wind stirred, rustling the dying leaves, carrying with it the ghosts of my past. I let out a slow, Steadying breath and stepped forward. The gate grOaned as I pushed it open. the sound echoing through the stillness. Each Step acrOss the threshold felt heavier, as if I were Walking through time itself, SteppIng into a past I thought I had buried. But some things refuse to stay buried.

Five years ago, at our engagement party, I broke my fiancee's assistant Richard Greer's nose with a punch because I saw his hand slip under my fiancee Pearl Moran's skirt, groping her right out in the open. Yet when security arrived, Pearl stepped in front of Richard and frowned at me. "Alex, he was just messing around. Did you really have to hit him that hard?" To get back at me for Richard, she pulled strings to throw me in prison. My first day behind bars, I ended up in a cell Richard prepped for me. My ribs were broken in a beating. I was fed spoiled leftovers and forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor. The moment I got out, I boarded a flight to Eldermere without looking back.