Bound By The Past Novelas e Histórias

That’s the balance we’ve been circling. Two whole people. Still evolving. Still carrying history. But no longer letting it steer the future unchecked. The past walks with us—but it doesn’t lead. And that feels like freedom.

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.

A day passed after the incident. Some of the cultivators who still can’t let go of the opportunity are still stubbornly hanging around The Liu Clan Manor. But when they looked at the “Boundary of No Return” that was still on the ground their geets suddenly grew cold and didn’t dare to intrude or even cause a ruckus. Thus begins the cycle of a group of Greedy weak-minded fools that try to gather their courage enough to walk out from their hang out spot and their courage immediately disappear as soon as they’ve seen “The Boundary of No Return” and immediately retreat to their hideout to gather their courage again.

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.

"I don’t care what she thinks. She is ours. She belongs to us. She should be in our arms, not running from us. Let’s claim her now. Mark her!" A snarl rips from my throat, shaking the walls. “And what? Lock her up until she submits? Force her? You want to repeat our past mistakes? Do you want history to repeat itself?!” My voice is laced with fury, but underneath it, there’s a raw edge—one only my wolf and I understand. He falls silent. Then, a low whine escapes him, a deep, aching pain threading through our bond. A haunting agony that makes my muscles tense. The past is something we never speak of. The past is something we drown.