Bound By The Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’ve spent my whole life battling away the specters of my past, and now—what if they still linger? What if they don’t see me?” “They will.” I stepped closer, determined to instill a sense of certainty in him. “You have a unique bond with Niylah, and she has rallied her support. Allow yourself to embrace it, to lean on her strength.” Liam sighed heavily, the sound echoing like an unending wind. “It’s just overwhelming. So much has changed. I never wanted my past to define me, yet here I am, still running from it.” “Running only perpetuates it,” I replied, urgency pouring into my voice. “You’ve been given a chance to break free. Claim it, Liam. Stand firm with Niylah. The future is unwritten;

Her heart ached with the burden of helplessness, a choking burden she could no longer bear alone. How did it come to this? Sophia thought bitterly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. A contract marriage. Selling my future to a man like Alexander Blackwood just to keep this house standing and pay for the medicine she needs to avert untimely death like her father. Her fingers hold strong around the edge of the stool, her knuckles turning white. She abhorred how desperate she felt, how restricted she was by circumstances beyond her control. The thought of Alexander’s superior face flashed through her mind—his arrogant tone, his disdainful remarks about their dilapidated home.

I said thoughtfully. "But bygones are bygones...we should not keep hovering the past affecting our present...Right?" I asked her cautiously. I am very much cautious while saying anything because sometimes your words may affect the person in an adverse way. "But these thoughts still haunt me...i consider myself responsible f...for losing him...i thi— think those people were right when they called me bad...bad omen for him..." She said but at last, it feels like she was talking to herself.

I wished I was a different person, one who could just let go of the past and forget while moving with the tide of the future. That was far from the case here, I couldn't move away and yet at the same time I didn’t want to deal with the fact that I had ruined the small amount of anything happening between myself and Eliza; it was like I had Pushed her into another man’s arms. Just because of a moment of pleasurable mistake that filled me with despair. It looked like the past had awakened something in me I was trying so hard to deal with, I couldn't explain it but I was more careful about my decision as it pointed out I needed to be careful of who I trust.

I asked with a shaken voice, and he scoffed. "I can't let go of the past,"he said, and I glared at him. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so adamant?" "I should be asking you such a question. Why can't you just join hands with me so that we can finish Damon, and return our mandate?"I shifted backward as he moved closer to me with a convincing look on his face. "I can't possibly do it because I've moved on with the past. I can't continue to dwell on the past,"my voice cracked as those words came out of my mouth.

All I can hear is that final breath. All I can see is the blood pooling around her. All I know is that we’re too late. And Elias is still out there.

When he was done, he picked her up heading back to her room. If someone were to ask him if he likes her now? He would say maybe but that tinge of hate was still there. He could never forgive her mother for what she had done. In some point of his life, he learnt that the sin's of the parent's often moves back to the child. The next morning, magnolia woke up feeling a slight pain in her forehead. She cursed at that damned woman for doing this to her, she touched her forehead as she fell back into bed. She couldn't help but wonder who had helped her dress the wound, if it was Orion...

But I hold back keeping those questions to myself before they can escape. What's the purpose? We can't alter the past. The past is already written carved in stone, unalterable. But the future—that's a whole different story. I let out a sharp breath shaking my head once more. "It's late," I say trying to shift the topic trying to push aside the crushing weight bearing down on me. "We both need sleep." Adrian doesn't fight back, but he doesn't budge either. He remains seated, his eyes on me for a while before he nods. "Yeah," he says. "We do."

Gage said. “Nobody’s killing him.” Dominic looked back at the woman seated at the bar. She was looking right back at him, and she licked her bottom lip. The action made Dominic’s groin tighten before she turned away first, ordering another drink. Gage turned then and gripped Dominic’s shoulder in his hand. “I wouldn’t blame you if you did kill the bastard. You’ve always had it so much worse than the rest of us.” Dominic didn’t want to talk about the past, especially not about the memories of that basement. He’d had enough memories for one day—for a whole lifetime, actually. “We’re family, Gage. That will never change.”

Kissed my forehead like he always does and left. What is father saying? how do we look at each other? Anytime I see Tyler, I feel like smashing his head on something, and that one-night stand was a mistake. A very big mistake. I don't know what is wrong with these elders sometimes. They don't listen to the younger ones and only believe what they want to believe