Novel & Cerita A Step To The Past

I said. “Still here,” he answered. “All three.” “All three.” The step did not become walking overnight. It became a campaign—progress measured in increased distance and decreased outrage at falling. The household adjusted latches again. My mother moved a set of formal decorative weights to a height that required intent and a ladder. Mira, informed of the step, said, “A person who moves toward what she wants will not wait for the hall to invent a path,” and left the sentence in the corridor like a tool.

I chuckled when Steph tugged on one of her braids. "Aye, boy!!! Don't touch the goods!" She yelled out, jokingly. Stephen stuck his tongue out at her, causing everyone to chuckle. She rolled her eyes, flagging him off. "Anyway, let's try to get through whatever else that needs to be said tonight. Tomorrow, I want to start moving forward. I'm tired of the past. I don't know about yall, but it feels like everyone got a problem with us. So since we're the center of entertainment, let's give em a show."

“After all, you’ve liked Harry since you were young. The whole pack knows that.” “I already tried being with him once. In the end, he not only betrayed me, destroyed my family, but also kidnapped me to the cliff.” I froze. I had said too much. When I looked up, Stephen was staring at me in shock. “Wait,” he said. “Did you… also come back from the past?”

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.

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.

The dogs growled for a second then starting sniffing and circling eachother, before ultimately jumping around each other as Stephanie led them out the backdoor to play outside. "Deacon." I her her whisper as she looked up at me through her eyelashes. I raised my eyebrow at her knowing what she was going to ask but wanted to hear the words come from her mouth. "Make me cum." She whispered hoarsely. That's all it took for me to grab her and forcefully put her on the kitchen counter. My hands tore at her her shirt and bra quickly taking them off. She moaned as my hands gripped her tits and played with her nipples. I wanted anything but slow tonight. I wanted to make her cum quickly and all over

I make to speak but am cut off by the receptionists voice. "Hello? " I turn to face her and she says with yet another gorgeous smile. "Sir, the manager is ready to see you. "She says and I simply nod with a forced smile. Derrick, Esther and I share looks between each other before rising up and moving to the receptionists desk. "On the second floor, last door on your right. "She directs and I nod with a smile as Derrick, Esther and I move towards the elevator. Once in, I hand Esthers phone back to her and divert all my anger to the big toe on my right foot as I press it through my shoe, against the ground. I don't want to say a thing now cause only God knows what I'd say.

But this t ime for each other. For the life we’d steal back. One step at a time. Into the dark. Toward the light.

she whispered. “Then pass it,” the figure said. Eliana’s breath came faster, her thoughts colliding as she tried to understand what she was being asked to do. Change the past. Change the outcome. Do something different. Her gaze locked onto her past self. Then— She moved. Not backward. Not away. Forward. Straight into the scene. The moment she stepped in, everything sharpened. The sounds grew louder, the air colder, the reality of it hitting her all at once.

One step at a time. The next step visible. That was enough. That had always been enough.