A Step To 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

But the woman in the picture, with eyes so like mine, seemed to beckon me forward. Taking a deep breath, I squared my shoulders. This was a one-way ticket, a leap into the unknown. But to reclaim my past, to find a sliver of belonging, I had to take that leap. With a resolute step, I boarded the bus, the doors wheezing shut behind me. The bus lurched forward, plunging me into the darkness, towards a world where the truth awaited, hidden in the shadows.

When I told him about the baby, I wanted to tell him about my feelings, and I feared his rejection. "Here's what you're going to do," Grandma said. "You're going to get off the phone with me. It's late al-ready, so the party has to be winding down even if it's not over yet. Go look for him and talk to him. No matter what happens later, if you think you'll regret not speak-ing to him today, then stop hesitating already. Time will just pass you by the more you keep hesitating, so just get it over with."

"Are we going to stand here all day? Aren't we going in?" Marco chuckled and started the car. "You're right. Let's go in." ~~~ After they got out of the car, they made their way to the mansion's back garden, where the family was already waiting. The moment Marcello caught sight of Silvia, his stepmother, from a distance, he slowed his steps and froze, as if unable to move forward. Memories of the past surged through his mind, and Silvia stood at the center of them, the villain of his story.

[Found your hair on the floor, so I knocked 200 off your pay. I started typing that I had worn a cap. There was no way it was mine. My younger self called again. "Is it really Gideon? "I supported him through high school. I scraped by for three years and sent him money in secret. He said he'd remember. So how is he marrying Charlotte?" A blister had formed on my heel. I took a needle and popped it, cutting him off. "If you want the answer, start today. Complete two math sets and one full science paper every day. Learn fifty new words and do five reading passages."

Emma I scratch my neck. Frustration screeches through my skin. I furrow my brows slightly as I try to remind him about his text. Wouldn't it come off as desperate and needy? Throwing myself shamelessly at a man. Not just any man, but my stepfather. I take a slow breath, trying to find the right words. “Is there a problem?” His eyes boring into me, he pins me with his gaze.

Which means… I have to be on my best behavior tomorrow. I need to make a good impression on my future step-uncle. I’ll make sure he likes both me and Mom.

I hustle up the short flight of stairs, wincing as the corset digs deeper into my ribs. I need this tightness. This pain to distract me from the butterflies sloshing around in my gut. I push the double doors open. Wind billows in, drawing a few curious glances my way. I keep my head down and walk over to the reception. A woman in a slick bun and rosy lips offers a smile. “Welcome to CrossPoint Capital. How can I help you today?” “I have an appointment with Mr Cassian.” My stepbrother. My wet dream.

I had a job to do. As I stood there, my eyes swept across the worn steps leading to the building's entrance. The years of use had left their mark, leaving the concrete cracked and weathered. A tattered piece of yellow caution tape flapped in the breeze, a stark reminder of a forgotten incident, a hint of danger that still lingered.

Mr Brandon, our History teacher comments. I confidently catwalk to my seat with an Aura of pride and sit down. "Miss Mckenzie, you're up next." * * * We almost stumble out of the classroom, laughing out our guts because of what happened before History period ended. Sarah had made a total idiot of herself, like giving excuses of her first day resumption of school yesterday in a state called New York, in the Northeastern United States being the source of not preparing for the TROPS (The Repercussions Of Plastic Surgery) presentation in history.