روايات وقصص ضمن Cast Of The Past Comes Knocking

“If you know so much, then tell me what’s happening to me.” His expression doesn’t change. “You already know.” “No, I don’t,” I snap. “I woke up ten years in the past after being murdered by the man I loved. I can hear people’s thoughts. And now some stranger in a suit is stalking me in the middle of the night. So no, I don’t know what the hell is going on.” Something flickers in his eyes- amusement, maybe. “Good. That means you’re not completely lost. “Are you going to give me a straight answer, or should I just call the police?”

“I just—uh—thought I’d seen him somewhere. Probably the news. Castillo Group’s quite famous.” Smooth. Very smooth. I should win an award for worst liar of the year. Christian’s smirk deepened. “Right. The news.” If I could’ve melted into the marble floor, I would’ve. Martha, bless her soul, swooped in like a guardian angel sensing the impending social death. “Mr. Castillo,” she said, clapping her hands lightly, “your medication is due in twenty minutes, and Miss Davenport still has a few notes to review with me in the kitchen.”

It was eleven in the morning when I came home from the hospital. The anesthesia had worn off completely, and my chest felt as if a breath were trapped inside it, pressing so hard I could barely stand it. I leaned against the wall for a long while before I finally had enough strength to open the door. The smell of soup hit me first. Then came Adrian Prescott's familiar voice. "Don't rush it. You need enough patience to make a good pot of soup." The next second, Sophie Lane's cheerful voice floated over.

I wasn’t able to stop them from rolling down my cheeks no matter how hard I tried. “I felt like I was totally incomplete, Liam… that there was a big part of my p-past that no matter what I do, and no matter how I tried, I couldn’t remember it. I already have some puzzle pieces, but I couldn’t solve the whole picture. What if in that part of my life, I became a f-filthy kind of woman who was never meant to be with you? That my past was trapped in a muddy ground that will never reach you?” My voice cracked, and I could not stop myself from sobbing anymore.

the bartender’s voice broke him from his thoughts and he turned to look at the older with confusion as the older before him seem to shift into another person like a broken disc. He could not pinpoint what era the man hails from as he appears to swiftly shift from one to the next, his dirty apron shifting to a long sleeve with a leather vest and pants a gun strapped to his waist, then shifting to wearing what look like a toga with a crown of laurels decorating his head. “It would not be long before the present dies with the past,” the older spoke mournfully. “And a future without a present is one I wouldn’t like to see.”

The kitchen wasn’t too far from where the bathroom was located I remembered that from our walk here but I couldn’t help but get lost in the house, I was too lost in the memories that were dragged up for talking to Theo about the past. A cold nose poked the back of my calf muscle making me jump and let out a startled yelp, the sound of cutlery being dropped made me look in the direction of a doorway and not long after Tristan burst through the door holding a knife in his hand and searching with his eyes until they met mine. He sighed and lowered the knife looking down at my legs to find Zara staring at him innocently. "Zara you can’t go around scaring everyone!" Tristan scolded her before loo

(Joaquin Castelera) “.…I came here to claim my promise…this family is rotten to the core…Even I let the family live…I will never allowed a Rosetta to lead this family every again… and as for you old man…you should’ve stop them…and should have retired a long time ago…” As always this old man, has always been so passive about everything, but when something happened all he does was always asking me to do stuff for him, like I am a case of charity. “...I guess so…I should retired a long time ago…but..…..”. (Joaquin Castelera) “Crafty bastard…”.

Now the security guard is supposed to find out who this other woman is and he's going to send me a photo as soon as he gets it. - What the hell is that? How did this bitch hook up with Victor? I knew that woman was no good, that's the proof, I'm never wrong. - IT IS! Really you are right. “Our past is meeting our present to try to destroy us. — From what he told me, Paola went looking for the lady's father and couldn't find him, he must certainly be very far away at that time. "I hope so, because if they find you, they'll even rip your soul out." Camilly doesn't need his money.

- but she interrupts me. "They are from your past. And they will kill you if you do not prepare yourself." - she doesn't even blink when she says this. But I feel something is not right. "My past? I didn't have enemies before and I don't have memories before the age of eight." - I say to her, trying to collect my thoughts. What is this? I feel those dark emotions stronger than before.

I pleaded him before rushing near him. I threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly which he returned immediately making me close my eyes. “I promise!” he whispered and I hugged him more. “He is so beautiful.” The head nurse said, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Is someone outside?” I asked, staring at the door intently. “What is this, Jhanvi? Are you really going to ignore your son for a person who is not here from the past many months?” the question made me startle. “What are you saying?” I asked her moving only to groan feeling the pain.