Bound By The Past Novelas e Histórias

"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.

Agony bathed me whole once again and now I knew no matter what, I couldn't be free---from the past nor present and future. I was tied down again, but this time by the hands of my fucking mate.

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

Across the room Lucien shifts slightly but he doesn’t stand. We both want the same impossible thing. Each other. And yet... We can’t have it. The realisation settles slowly into my chest. We want each other but we can not forgive each other. We need each other but we can not escape what our families did. The cycle that destroyed our packs has trapped us inside it too. Two people bound together by fate. And separated by history. Dawn begins to creep slowly through the tall windows. Grey light spills across the floor. The storm clouds have started to break apart.

Locked in silence. Two women. One past. One present. Both pretending not to remember exactly what binds us.

The weight of my past presses down on me, threatening to overwhelm my resolve. As I round a corner, I come face to face with a spectral figure from my past. It is a ghostly reflection of myself, filled with regrets and sorrows that I thought I had long buried. The figure reaches out to me with hands that tremble with unspoken truths, eyes filled with longing. “You can't escape your past,” the spectral figure whispers, their voice a haunting echo in the darkness. “Embrace it, or be forever lost in its shadows.”