A Step To The Past Novels & Stories

The puncture site on my arm had been carefully bandaged with cotton. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Everyone around me was busy rushing back and forth, and no one noticed that I had woken up. I tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Only one hour left before I would be pulled back into the past life. On the small TV hanging in the corner, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The meteors were breathtaking, but once again, I had missed it.

He leaned closer and murmured in a deep, husky tone: "Step back… I’ll get behind you." I obeyed, and soon felt his chest pressing against my back, the heat of his body seeping through my layers. Our position was awkward, but I swallowed my comment and stayed silent. Stephanie called out loudly: "Dorian, whoever reaches the main street first, passing through neighborhoods four and five, will find four cards there that determine our next destination. Places vary, it’s a matter of luck… could be close or far. First to reach their destination wins, understood?"

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

There is no room for mistakes this time, we have to get it right. I had carefully written down everything we needed to do, step by step. Now it’s time to bring them all back and retract our steps to see where we went wrong the first time. The pages splattered with ideas, some brilliant, others completely useless to us now. The victory world felt small in that moment, our small, no matter how fleeting, had spiralled into something far larger than the three of us.

“Do you want me to get through the interview?” “Whatever,” I say. “As long as you play along.” “I’ll play the good little step-brother,” he says. “But I’ll be undressing you the whole time with my eyes.” I laugh. “I’m sure.” Thirty minutes later, we’re downstairs in the library, of all locations. Which is pretty much the exact place I’ve fantasized about having to sit in front of a camera and answer questions about my relationship with my step-brother. I mean, it’s just fucking perfect.

The stepbrother moved like a predator on the edge, every motion perfect yet revealing patterns under extreme pressure. Ian tracked each one, whispering commands, adjustments, manipulations. Madison signaled with precision from above, adjusting angles, creating new layers of uncertainty. And I followed, ghostlike, implementing minor shifts in the environment that created cascading effects, fracturing perception further. The stepbrother responded, but the micro-errors multiplied. Hesitation compounded into uncertainty. And the labyrinth we created was no longer just observation — it was a weapon. --- Hours later, the stepbrother retreated into the shadows, disappearing into the fog, leaving on

The memories from the conversation with my stepmother began to flood back, and I felt myself slipping into that terrible moment again, replaying her words in my mind as they resurfaced in painful clarity. Flashback I recalled the way my stepmother had looked at me—her gaze predatory, filled with a cruel satisfaction that sent chills down my spine. She had smiled as if savoring a long-awaited victory, her voice a cold whisper. “You were lucky back then, you know?” she said, her tone almost playful. “Those three rogue wolves… they should’ve killed you. Imagine my disappointment when they failed and you somehow escaped to this pack.” The realization of her intent hit me hard. “The rogues… You s

Joe orders, his icy tone leaving no room for arguments or anything. Jane slaps her foot on the floor and leans down to furiously grab her bag from the bed. Wait, she is actually leaving? Just like that? “Do we have a problem? What happened to…” “Why don’t you ask your stepbrother?" Janie screams in my face, her face now antagonistic. The way the emphasis on the word stepbrother came out is all questionable, drawing me into more of a daze. After a cold glare that left my lungs boiling, she stomps after serving Joe one.

She stepped toward the center of the room, her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as though holding her body together. “We’ve been remembering it wrong,” she said quietly. No one interrupted her. “We’ve been telling the same version for years… the same safe version,” she continued. “But it doesn’t make sense anymore not with everything we know now.” Marcus leaned back against the wall, watching her carefully. “So what are you saying?” Emma looked at each of them in turn. “I’m saying we go back,” she said. “To that night. And this time, we don’t lie.” Silence followed then Lena gave a slow nod.

The absurd dream of the past three years had finally come to an end. Right then, a message from Mr. Harper at the branch office arrived. "Iris, the apartment has been prepared early. You can move in anytime tomorrow morning." I picked up my phone and replied, "Okay."