Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

Now I hope we can live life out of the past and without boundaries ourselves. At least the boundaries of Judy and other past demons. Am I expecting too much?

“We’ve been trying for a week, Lyra. Maybe… maybe it was just a one-time thing. You know? An accident.” “No,” I say immediately, my voice sharp. “It’s not a one-time thing. It came out when I was scared. Fear triggered it last time.” He studies me, then slowly nods. “Okay… then let’s try that. Think of something that makes you really… scared. Something you can’t ignore.” I close my eyes, forcing the image into my mind. My dad’s face, scared and pale. Jason’s arms trembling. And him—Connor. The thought of losing him, of never seeing him again, hits like a punch to the stomach.

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As soon as you go back to the present, you could still die at any moment because of-- My love of Daniel. Sure, something like that, Chi said. Ahem. That is, unless you break the bond with your past. So Id cleave from my past and she would still die as she always did-- And you would still be cast out just as youve been before, only youd leave your soul behind to die, too. And the body you would return to--he poked her in the shoulder--this one--would be free to live outside the curse thats been hanging over you since the dawn of time.

“You’re the one who kept me here.” Luca’s gaze darkened. “And I’m starting to regret it.” She lifted her chin. “Then let me go.” He stepped closer, and for the first time, she saw something unreadable flicker in his expression. “No.” Raven’s stomach twisted. “Why not?” Luca held her gaze. “Because you’re mine now.”

“You’ve always been a man driven by the past, Marcus. By what you’ve lost. But what happens when that past is no longer enough to keep you moving forward? When the weight of it crushes you under its burden?” I looked away, the words striking a chord deep inside me. She was right. Every move I made, every decision I’d ever made, had been driven by the ghosts of my past. The memories of betrayal, loss, the blood I’d spilled. It was all a constant weight on my shoulders, and I couldn’t escape it. But I couldn’t stop either. If I stopped now, if I let go, everything I’d worked for would crumble. The council, the power, the plans—it would all be for nothing. And I would be nothing.

ALMOST REAL Alexander brought her to the edge of the dance floor holding his hand on her waist. Victoria Harrington – families like hers had wealth for ages, and grudges beyond that. Our fathers were rivals. She and I are also connected by a past. Aria had noticed the romantic past that existed between them when she remembered that Victoria had touched him as if he was her property. Indeed, a long time ago,” he admitted. "It didn't go well. Let me guess – she had something to get from you and you were not willing to provide it.

"Would you?" The question hit harder than any confession could have. Because the terrifying truth was... I didn't remember everything. There were patches. Gray areas. Moments in my past that felt blurred and out of focus whenever I tried to look at them directly. Dante noticed the hesitation. He noticed everything. "What do you actually remember before you turned eighteen?" he challenged quietly.

he said simply. I stiffened. “Not him,” I said. “Not yet. I’m thinking about what I lost because of him.” He gave a half smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes. “The past is a chain, Elara. You either break it, or it drags you back.” I looked away, toward the mountains that had become both my prison and my sanctuary. “I don’t intend to be dragged back. I intend to return on my terms.”

“It’s not like I don’t love you Aria, I really do, but…you’re not the woman you used to be.” “And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” The tips of my fingers are vibrating right now. “Meaning….youre not as ambitious as you used to be, and it made you…boring.” “You just look like a shadow of yourself right now.” I exhaled, every atom of strength leaving my body. Did he forget what I did? How I moved news outlets? Where he found me? He found me among the stars, gravitating, exploring and then he caged me.