Bound By The Past Novels & Stories

A simple gesture, but it makes me feel like we’re still connected, even if only by the thinnest thread. “You don’t have to be so tense,” I say, my voice soft, trying to ease the weight in the air. He doesn’t answer, but his gaze fixes on me, and for a moment it feels like he’s about to break the wall of silence he’s built around himself. But then he stops, and I see him take a deep breath before he speaks. “Lyra, it’s not that simple. People from my past... they don’t just go away.” It hurts to hear that. Hurts because I know, even if he doesn’t say it outright, that a part of him is still bound to that life he once shared with Elena. A part he probably can’t let go.

So much had changed, yet some pain still lingered. Arthur joined her, wrapping his arms around her waist. "They’re healing, Isa. We are, too." She nodded, leaning into him. "Do you think the past will always follow us?" Arthur paused, his breath warm against her ear. "No. It shaped us, but it doesn’t chain us. Every step forward is a rebuke to what tried to destroy us." The wind rustled the leaves above them, and a soft humming began—an old hymn rising from a nearby gathering of villagers still lingering in the valley.

I didn't think it would happen so soon. This feels like a dream. It was all so easy that I can't help waiting for the other shoe to drop. I'm normally confident in everything I do but when it comes to Sophia, there are times I find myself hesitating. Even though I claimed her and we marked each other, it doesn't guarantee that she'll stay once she regains her memory. It was foolish of us to do this now but even if it was just for a day, I wanted her to be mine in every way. With no worries about the past or the future. It's selfish of me to wish she never remembers. I'm tempted to make sure she forgets the past forever but I can't bear to hurt her. Her mind has already been manipulated enoug

His skin was cold, as if all warmth had drained from him, but the touch seemed to consume everything around me. "Pryia still has feelings for you," my voice sounded fragile, but the word "still" brought forth everything I felt, everything I knew. There was no denying it. My sister was stuck in the past, lost in something he hadn't seen—or perhaps had chosen not to see—and they needed closure. Gutemberg remained silent for a moment, his eyes closed as if trying to process my words. When he opened them again, his expression was no longer angry but something deeper, more sincere.

"He doesn't... He is still stuck in the past." "I don't think so, he is not stuck in the past. He just wants to get Alexander, that's all," he said, trying to reassure me. But my heart seemed to have a mind of its own, and the pain of what was happening in my life recently forcefully flashing in my head.

"I can't let my feelings for Max hold me back. I need to focus on the present and the future." Sapphire smiled warmly, proud of my determination. "That's the spirit," she said. "We'll get through this together, and I'll be here every step of the way." As I leaned into her comforting energy, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I wasn't alone in my struggle, and I had friends who understood and supported me. "It hurts though." I said, barely above a whisper. "I know, Lia," Sapphire replied gently. "And I'm not saying that you should forget what he did. But the bond you share with him is still there, and it's natural to miss someone you were once so deeply connected to."

"Demon, don't you think Nathan needs a mot..... "No mom. He doesn't needs the thing. I am enough for him" Demon cut his mother and stood up. "Nathan, get up baby. Today dad will drop you at school" Demon said and Nathan got excited. He rised his little hands towards him. Demon picked him up and went from there. "Will he ever move on from his past?" Mrs. Knight whispered looking at Demon's receding figure. "He will. Don't cry love" Mr. Knight tried to clam his wife.

The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth, but inside, it was sterile clean lines, minimal furniture, and the hum of a generator buried somewhere beneath the floor. Bella sat at the small desk in the upstairs bedroom, her fingers tracing the silver locket around her neck, its familiar weight a tether to her mother’s memory. “Strength is quiet, Bella,” her mother had said, years ago, when Bella was just a shy girl hiding behind her father’s desk. “It’s in your mind, not your fists.”

“Perhaps. Yet even I never heard his thoughts as you do. That bond is new… dangerous.” Mira frowned. “Bond? You mean this voice-thing?” Seraphina’s image flickered. “It is a curse that binds souls tethered by unresolved fate. The more affection grows, the farther the distance extends. If you grow too close, you may disappear entirely.” “Disappear—like die again disappear?” “Yes.” Mira stared. “Fantastic. Love him and poof. Don’t love him and he hates me. Excellent options.” --- A knock jolted her out of the mirror conversation.

Daniel leans forward, his voice getting that edge it gets when he's about to say something I don't want to hear. You've ignored her calls for weeks, sent her away, had your lawyer communicate like she's some business associate, and now you're surprised she found someone who actually treats her well? "I was teaching her boundaries," I defend, knowing it sounds weak. "You were punishing her for having lunch with a friend," Daniel says flatly, "and now she's moved on to dinner, and you're sitting here drunk and alone watching her location on a tracker like some obsessed stalker." "Watch it," I warn, but there's no real heat behind it because he's right and we both know it.