Bound By The Past Ignited By Love Novels & Stories

She smiled. A year ago, she had been nothing more than a waitress trying to survive. Then she had been a wife bound by a debt she hadn’t created. But now? Now she was a woman in love. A woman loved. Strong arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her into a familiar warmth. She sighed as Alexander pressed a kiss against her temple. “What are you thinking about?” he murmured. Elena turned, looking into the deep ocean blue of his eyes. The same eyes that had once been cold, guarded—now filled with warmth and devotion.

He remembered the boy’s first day back in town, the way the whispers circled him like wolves, and yet he had walked head high. Elias pressed the quill harder against the parchment. “They tell us that exile severs bonds, that once cast away, one cannot return. But I have learned that love does not obey such laws. Love waits. Love endures. And when it is true, it finds its way back, no matter the years, no matter the distance.” He sighed so deep. Yes—that was closer. That was what Henry was to him. A love he had carried even when it was foolish. A love that had survived while others called it a curse.

“I didn’t even let him explain and I came running into your arms!.” “No!!, I do love you weren’t forcing yourself on me!.” Zemia said. “Why do I feel like I am forcing myself on you or something is making you do this!.” Alora asked. “Is it bound?!.” Alora asked. “I can’t hurt you!, I can’t leave you, I can't stop loving you!.” Zemia replied with a sobba voice. “Why?!.” Alora asked. “Because you bound our souls !.” Alora dropped to the ground when she heard that, Zemia knelt beside her and tried to calm her down.

“I have always been and I will always be in love with you.” He filled her slowly, fully, completely and she drew him into her. She had been right. The past did not matter. Only now. Only this. “I love you,” she told him and began to move. He allowed her to set the rhythm like a sailboat; she moved slowly at first, heading for the open water and the wind. Then she was moving faster, skimming the waves, racing in the wind. Echoes and shadows swirled about her, clouding the edges of her mind. The door to the past yawned open a notch. Then the first wave of pleasure hit her, exploded inside her, over her, around her. With their hands locked together and her body anchored to his, she forgot about

“You’re still alive. Why?” She crossed her arms, her voice trembling with anger. “Maybe because I’m not the one you should be worried about.” I laughed, a low, humourless sound. “You think I’m worried? I *control* this world, Evelyn. Every move, every lie, every betrayal—it’s all part of my game. And you?” I stepped closer, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You’re just a pawn.” Her defiance wavered, replaced by something raw and vulnerable. “Why did you marry me? If I’m just a pawn, why go through the trouble?”

Luveas shook as he muffled his laughter. Suddenly, Amethyst pounced on him like a leopard. Luveas' laughter dissipated and surprise coloured his mien. "Amethyst..." he hissed her name. Uneasiness gnawed his chest. Amethyst ignored his discomfort and said, "I'll make you forget everything." "What are you say-" "It is going to be different than torturing you physically," she interjected. Luveas winced. "What nonsense are you mumbling about?" The bloody past that he tried to forget, came rushing into his mind like mad, raging waves. He couldn't think of any plausible reason but the fear from the past that had him impaled for years.

"To the boy who claimed he fell in love with me, I beg you not to burn yourself in a pit fire against him. He is to me, what I am to you. However, my love for him is free, unlike yours. You hold me down, tug me back and scream from the depths of your chest that I'm yours. You only know how to love me when I'm not loving somebody else and I know how to love him even if he's buried into another. I love him without any boundaries. I don't scream for everybody to know he belongs with me, but they all know. Somehow, they will always know. He is to me, what I am to you. Please don't burn yourself in a pit against him, one cannot precede him. To define is to limit, and there are no limitations to h

Her beautiful voice as she sang the lullaby: Are you ready to dance to the lover’s song? Even if the music turns sour When rhythms are all mixed up We’ll make this work Because I’m putting my all In this beautiful Lovers song- I could see how my mother slowly changed the deeper she got into black magic. I saw when she was caught. Little me crying and forced to watch with the rest of the pack as the council decided that she be burnt to the stake.

he said with a shrug. “Just following orders.” Erica’s mind screamed at her to fight, to resist, but her body refused to cooperate. She could only helplessly watch as he lifted her into the air effortlessly and as his hands on her arms would bruise. “No!” she rasped, tears rolling down her face. The driver made a last grunt, pulled her over the barrier, and set her free. The drop was extremely slow and extremely quick, at the same time. The freezing wind scratched against her clothing, her hair flying wildly about her head.

It was a fragile thread connecting their past to the present, a glimmer of hope in the darkness of uncertainty. With every step she took, Mariah carried the weight of her unspoken love, her unwavering commitment to help Adam find his way back to her. Despite the pain, she clung to the belief that love, in its purest form, could transcend even the barriers of forgotten memories. And so, with tear-streaked cheeks and a heart heavy with love, Mariah forged ahead, determined to guide Adam back to the love they had shared, even if it meant starting from scratch.