Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

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

THORNE Leaving Lunarava was no struggle. You don’t feel remorse leaving behind a council of old men. But leaving a dying kingdom, my kingdom, was anguish. A land that survived only on tributes and taxes while its crops withered year after year. Rose Circle’s lush gardens and evergreen forests mocked me. Even if I conquered them, my curse would follow. The moment I claimed their lands, their gardens would rot. The Moon Goddess made sure of that. I was being punished for a crime I never committed.

For the terrible, irreversible truth that being home did not erase what had been done to her. He leaned until his forehead touched hers. “I know,” he murmured. “But you are. You’re here. You’re with me. And I swear to you, nothing like this will ever happen to you again. Not on my watch.” She wanted to believe him. God, she wanted to. But belief didn’t come easily anymore. Because he couldn’t prevent every bad thing in this world from happening. Her body still remembered cold concrete under her knees. remembered the way the rope bit into her wrists and ankles, remembered hunger. thirst. fear. loneliness.

He thought maybe it was me finally reaching out and asking to come back. After all, I used to love him so much. He was convinced I would eventually return. But when he opened the message, it was a bank alert. His secondary credit card had just been used for a 6 million transaction. The limit had been exceeded. It was the card he'd given Eula. He'd loaded it with a 20 million cap, but she'd already maxed it out. His thoughts drifted back to me. I'd never been one to splurge. I was always careful with spending and never bought much for myself. I'd worn the same outfits for years, and he used to mock me for being plain and unfashionable.

I said. "Not Cain exactly," Bianca said. "Something older than the name he uses now. Something that existed before pack law and council systems and territory boundaries. She fought it and she won and she bound it into a sealed form." Bianca's voice was careful. Like she was reading from something she had memorized and did not want to get wrong. "But binding something that old is not the same as destroying it. She could not destroy it. So she bound it inside a vessel and locked the vessel with the only key that could hold something that powerful." I felt something cold begin at the base of my spine.

If you hold onto your past ,judge your future and leave the chance because you feel like history is going to repeat itself then you will live regretting your decision for the rest of your life. William still somewhere blames himself for mom's death but there was nothing he could have done. Jonathan had her captivated and we both were tied to the chairs. I hated him for what he had done to me, to us but it was never an option of staying with us together. I had started to let go of my past and forgave William. You can not punish a person who is punishing himself and bearing the baggage of something that was not his fault.

Rikas dived through the air and hurried towards the bright hole, almost about to exit through the hole but Hemon forcefully held him back. “Don’t be in a haste! What are you thinking of? There are consequences attached to every action that you do in here!” “What are the consequences? I can bear them, if I can save my family and bring back all the people who have died” “Unfortunately my boy, you cannot do that. There is a limit to how long you can travel through the past. You can only travel back to a maximum of three months. It means you can only change the things that happened within the past three months. And now its been fifteen years after that war. Nothing can be done”

They had established a certain bond of kinship. "Sherry, please don't cry. My brother has lost his memory, but he hasn't completely separated from the first half of his life. There must be some people in my past who have nurtured me and given me opportunities. I cannot separate myself from the past. If you truly love me, please respect my past..."

One’s past can truly be a curse. As long as she won’t lose her memory of that time, moving on will be hard. They were fated mate. Why them?

The next day, I was sent back to the asylum. It’s been nearly two years since then. I’m still trapped here. He visits me monthly, but I barely speak to him anymore. Sometimes I want to but I can’t. Our visits have become conjugal. My stomach rumbles painfully as I lie curled up in bed. I skipped breakfast. I couldn’t gather the courage to leave my room. I’m afraid of the man at the end of the hall—he’s convinced I’m his dead wife from 40 years ago. He’s obsessed with sending me “back to my grave.”