Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

The encounter left a lingering tension in the air, but I refused to let it dampen our mood. Alexander looked at me, his expression a mix of frustration and relief. “She’s relentless, but we’re done with that chapter.” I nodded, squeezing his hand across the table. “We are. And we have our own future to focus on now.” The rest of our evening was filled with a renewed sense of optimism. As we walked out of the restaurant and into the cool night air, Alexander and I were united in our vision for the future, undeterred by the remnants of the past.

In life, it is when we decide to turn the page that people from our past resurface. In life, there is always someone who keeps us from being the best version of ourselves. Don't we say that we can't change the past overnight? And yes it's true, even the world was not made in a single day so everything takes time. In life there are pasts that are linked to the present and the future of the person, we can chase them away but they always come back at a gallop.

If I knew that all I needed was tears, then I should have cried all this time. “Yes, you can, but,” My heart sank again when I heard, “Mr. Zion is stuck in the past; his memories are stuck at the naming ceremony of Arabella.” That was almost twenty years ago, what am I supposed to do now, “But is he doing okay?” I asked the most important question.

The pain she was feeling was suffocating her. "Freya used to stay here. That was Aunt Madeline's, that was Finn's..." Tears gathered in her eyes and her voice broke. "That belonged to my parents." Now the tears streamed down and Raziel reached to hold her. "This house is filled with the memory of everyone I have loved that had died. They are dead. All of them." "Luciana, Luciana listen..." Luciana fought against him, hitting his chest. He then left her. But in the next moment, he pulled her into his embrace.

But now, she could no longer run away from her destiny. *l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l l*

I sit beside him and take his hand. “The Loom is showing me futures,” I say. “But none of them are fixed.” “And the past?” “Not mine. Not yet. But I feel it pulling too.” “Then what do we do?” “We hold together.” “And then?”“We burn forward.”

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

The city stretched out below us, twinkling and unaware of the chaos inside our bubble. “You never talk about your past,” I said. “Why?” His jaw flexed. “Because some things don’t deserve to be remembered” he coldly said. “Try me” I persuaded him. A beat passed. Then he spoke. “When I was seventeen, my mother was murdered. Right in front of me.” I sucked in a breath. “How did it happen??”

She did not force the contact; she simply anchored me. "You made a mistake," she whispered. "A terrible one. But guilt will not change the past, Killian. It only steals the present." Silence stretched between us. A ripple passed through the surface of the pool, and suddenly, I realized I was shaking. Not a visible tremor, but a deep, internal vibration, as if the foundations of the wall I had built around my heart were finally cracking. Jade stood up. I frowned, confused by the sudden distance, but before I could speak, she moved.

"You think she belongs to you? You don’t own her, and you can’t tell her what to do. Besides, you guys already killed her once. Are you trying to kill her again?" Everyone keeps speaking of the past, and no one wants to see anything else. It seems like there will be no good in whatever we do. After everything that happened in the past, I want to forget all of that and have a good life with her. But is it even possible for me? It’s not just the mating bond that is keeping us connected now. I also feel a lot of affection for her. However, she’s not even willing to look our way—at least, not after everything she went through.