A Stolen Past Novels & Stories

City lights reflected across the water, and the wind was strong. She asked, "Why did you come to Regalton?" I replied, "Because nobody here knows me." She looked at me briefly and said nothing more. Not everyone needed to know your past. Sometimes, all you needed was someone who was willing to stay. … Day by day, I fell into a routine. I went to my classes, finished my assignments, did my grocery shopping, and cooked for myself. During my free hours, I worked on fixing the pendant. The cracks were too deep to remove completely, so I found a jeweler who set the fragments in platinum. He managed to conceal the fractures beautifully, turning the broken pendant into something entirely new.

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

After all, in the last week he didn't even know of their names, until Duval planted the seeds of doubt and he started looking for them. Still, they were beautiful, frozen strangers in an old photograph. But the principle of it, that was what really ate at him. The theft of it. Not just his past, but his choice. Kairos had stolen from him. He was the one who had decided who Jason would become before he was old enough to have a say in it. He stood, pacing slowly across the floor. His boots echoed in the vast space, a steady rhythm that helped him think. The sound bounced off the stone walls, off the glass overlooking the dark ocean channel, filling the silence with proof of his presence.

She stopped me from speaking, "I know. You made this grand romantic gesture, and it was really special. But it doesn’t fix everything at once. I trusted you, and you broke that trust." "What about my trust? You’ve been keeping secrets from me since the start." I replied, fed up with her lies. She scoffed, and I felt her get even angrier: "you bought me! I am taught to keep the school secret. Taught to forget every little fucking thing about my past. Push it down, because nobody can know who I really am. None of those girls at the school were brought there willingly, Storm. A lot of them were abducted or sold. Did you fucking know that?!" She shook her head in anger. "Never mind. It doesn’t m

"I was the girl you met that night by the river. I am your mate!" He shakes his head. "Roxy already told me about that night. How she pulled me from the water, how we talked about our dreams." His voice hardens. "She has the necklace to prove it." "She stole it!" I cry. "Miles, look at me. Really look at me. Do you not remember?" The words pour out of me, frantic and raw. "You asked me about my dreams, and I told you I wanted to be a pack doctor, to help people feel hope when they are—"

There, he found the once-proud heir of the Rhett family weeping like a child. "El, I was wrong. I was so wrong. Can you please come home?" But there was nothing they could do now. They couldn't stop the future from unfolding, nor could they rewrite the past. From that moment onward, Eleanor Shaw was no longer a part of the Shaw family. At the same time, Ivor Rhett had lost the woman he cherished most. 30 years later, the research institute achieved a monumental breakthrough. I finally resurfaced in the world. "Dr. Shaw, be careful."

You've been targeting me all this time because you wanted my wife, didn't you? [You deliberately stole my wife's underwear so you could manufacture a chance encounter. You're unbelievably vicious.] [I finally caught you yesterday. What do you have to say for yourself now?] [You like being the other man that much? I bet some rich woman bought your apartment for you too.] I instantly exploded. Then he started flooding the chat with screenshots from his home security cameras. The images showed Vanessa holding her underwear as she walked out of my apartment. I was genuinely impressed. The man could turn black into white without blinking.

The kind of place where secrets were shared over dry-aged steak and hundred-dollar bourbon. Money laundering. Drugs. Stolen art. This place had seen it all. I just wanted to talk about a stolen future. Zane raised his glass and whistled. “Can’t believe he cut you off,” he said. “Damn.” “Not yet,” I said. “I still have a shot. Just need to get rid of that pesky kid.” He laughed. “Sorry about my brother. Honestly, I’m ashamed of him. He’s a slippery one.” I shrugged. “He’s a kid. He’s acting like one.”

Not that he was going to in the first place. That’s the best part. “I just want to be certain of who they are. Recently I had something very important stolen from me, that almost no one knows about. I want to know who did it, and I’m wondering if it is somehow tied to what is happening to you,” Jasper says, his fists clenching slightly on the table. Instantly my mind goes back to the book Tayten stole for T, that is now back in my custody. I keep that to myself, reminding myself to ask Jasper about what his important possession is, so perhaps I can return it to him.

"But wait until the renovation invoices start coming in." He chuckled, tipping an imaginary hat before walking off with that subtle swagger of a man with much more money than sense. That was him, Mr Brown. He had a whole wife and two beautiful daughters at home. And not like I wanted to know, but information like this just ended on my tabs without me asking. He got this penthouse for his mistress. Yeah. That kind of man. I watched him walk away, a sort of quiet satisfaction now blooming in my chest. Whatever Mr. Brown did with his life was none of my business. This was just one more sale. One more piece of proof that I had built my life up from that rubble and ash. I was no longer the broken