Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

He had never known a witch in his life, but he knew one thing for sure: there were many crazy things a witch could do. Usher stood up and tried to get out of bed. He reached for Vione. "Fo-forget it, Vione. You—" "Do it," Vione insisted. Usher froze. He didn't even have the strength to shake his head anymore. "Are you sure?" Rowena asked, holding her breath. She seemed to be struggling as she continued to speak. "The soul binding spell is the only thread that can connect the past to the present. Usher can change the entire past, but not without risk. If something happens to him, you won't be safe either. He will die in the past and you will die in the present.”

“But then I wondered if maybe she left something she didn’t want me to find.” The air shifted. “You shouldn’t search through things that aren’t yours,” I said. “Neither should you.” Accurate. Clean. Unavoidable. I stood, forcing myself not to step closer. “Is there something you want to ask me?” “Yes.” Of course there was. “Why does everyone talk around my past like it’s fragile?” Because it is. Because it bleeds. “Some things are complicated,” I said. “That’s not an answer.” “No,” I admitted. “It’s a boundary.”

Pen added. This case involved all three of them, they were all connected through a strongly connected thread. The traumatic experiences of their pasts weren’t something that could lead them back together but it only made their bond stronger. Although the dangers of the past were over, they were all still cautious of something like that happening again to someone else. This was why her mother had created Boundless in the first place and Thea had been tirelessly running it since then. So that no other children would have to go through what was about to happen to her and Pen. What already happened to Peter and his wife…

So that maybe, I’d never look at him without pity in my eyes again. The male who’d exiled himself to protect the pack, but who never left, who ranged the foothills protecting us despite everything—he could have sat eighteen-year-old me down and explained to the girl knee-deep in daydreams and her own unresolved grief that sometimes we cannot be other than what we are, even when it breaks our hearts. That the past has claws. That it casts a long shadow. That its shackles feel unbreakable. Would he have been able to make me understand?

The past was always there, just beyond his reach, tugging him back, reminding him of everything he had lost and could never reclaim. Vincent let out a heavy sigh, the sound escaping from deep within him, as though the weight of his emotions had become too much to bear. His shoulders slumped, the tension that had been building in his chest finally spilling over. He knew, deep down, that his past with Isla was over—that chapter of his life had been closed, sealed shut by time and circumstance. But the pain of it, the lingering heartache, refused to let him go. Even though he had tried to move forward, to rebuild his life, the shadow of Isla’s memory still loomed large, and he couldn’t shake th

Yet the pull of the past remains strong, leaving Ayana feeling trapped in a cycle of longing and regret. As Ayana grapples with her inner turmoil, she knows that moving on will not be easy and that it will require time and patience to heal the wounds of her past. But with each passing day, she finds small moments of solace, tiny glimmers of hope that remind her of the resilience within her. And though the road ahead may be difficult, Ayana is determined to forge ahead, to embrace the possibilities of tomorrow while honoring the lessons of yesterday.

And this time, I wouldn’t let mistakes of the past control the present, or the nights ahead. The camera zooms in on the ring. The symbol of a promise long broken, forged in sweat and sighs. And I know, without a doubt, that the past has returned to claim me.

They were bound by what history had denied them. And that bond, fragile as it was, belonged to no one else to interpret. Not yet. Not ever.

Thick with legal jargon, clauses about public appearances, social obligations, maintaining the facade of a real marriage. Nina sank onto her destroyed couch, the contract heavy in her hands. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd marry a stranger. Forty-eight hours to decide if she'd trade her freedom for survival. Forty-eight hours before David Hale made his move and everyone she loved became a target.

The past was a distant memory, and the uncertainties of the future were overshadowed by the intensity of the present. As their intimacy deepened, their tangled emotions found solace in each other's arms. The boundaries that had once separated them were erased, replaced by a newfound connection that defied logic and reason. In that private space, their souls bared, they found a fragile but powerful bond that had the potential to heal the wounds of the past and shape the trajectory of their future.