Dabi The Past Never Dies Novels & Stories

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

Tabitha suddenly twisted the acupuncture needle with force. Daphne was instantly silenced, her only sound a tormented whimper. Tabitha looked at Daphne and slowly said, "Miss Sutton, some things cannot be erased with just an 'I didn't mean it.' Just like the dead can never be brought back to life." Daphne looked into Tabitha's eyes. She felt a strangely familiar pang, yet she was certain she had never seen this face before.

But he’s a man I’ve known since I was old enough to remember. My father was a cold hearted man to me and my mother. He was an abusing, sadistic, mind fucked man who hated Alessandro just as much as he loved and respected him. The man looking back at me is the man he wanted me to become. I will take back what should me mine and mark my fucking words… Diabla will die.

"Stop filming and get the fuck out of here! Fuck off, all of you!" A few bodyguards rushed up to try and hold him back, but Dad shoved them all off. He stood before countless other cameras and the people who once worshipped his "empire", roaring at them with heart-wrenching fury, "There's no educational philosophy here! I never had any good intentions! "I am not an entrepreneur! I'm a fraud! A psychopath! I'm worth billions of dollars, but I forced my own daughter to death over just a few measly cents!

This is your last chance to hold on to your pride. "Also, forget about Isabelle; she won't be coming back."

The old song being played matched the room perfectly. “ Old songs are the best. Deeper meanings.” he said while scanning the CDs. He stood beside me in the left part of the small store. “ Like old souls giving a deeper connection, huh?” I asked and give him a sarcastic look. He shake his head no. “ Old souls are never replaced like songs.” he said. “ They are forever. Forever living or forever dying.”he paused and pat my head. “Forever dying while living.” he continued making me freeze from my position. He's thinking the same way like me. For once in a while again, he made me feel speechless.

Every time I have a little bit of hope, things turn out to be dangerous. I mean, more dangerous than usual since I am the one who brings death to others. Why do I feel that this girl will be my death? I refuse to believe in fairy tales, a beast like me doesn't deserve a second chance. And I was fucked over the last time a mate showed up in my life, so... thanks, but no, thanks. My life is complicated, and I don't need another female to compromise my accomplishments. Speaking of females... Diana tried to make contact with me, even came to that meeting where her father, my Uncle, and I tried to smooth things over. She made everything worse. I realized she manipulates her father. It definitely

He's the devil I made a deal with. Now I'm paying the price—in his bed. 🔥 I thought I knew what I was getting into. A fake fiancé. Six months. Break the engagement. Survive. I didn't know he'd look at me like that. Like he wants to devour me whole. The first time he pinned me against the wall, his breath hot on my neck, I forgot every reason this was supposed to be pretend. "Say my name," he growled. I couldn't. My brain short-circuited. So he made me. Now I'm in his bed, sheets tangled around my ankles, his hands everywhere. He touches me like I'm the only thing keeping him alive. "You're mine, Paige," he whispers against my skin. "Say it." And God help me—I d

“Lo siento señor, but Pablo have always wanted to prove himself to you, he believed that if he takes him down that he would gain your respect. I tried to stop him, even Gabriella did but he didn’t listen, he wouldn’t. I’m sure Gabriella…” “Is dead,” the man finished for him, his eyes not leaving him, “do you think that he would kill mi hijo and he would leave his girlfriend? That man has no heart, he has no soul. That man isn’t called El Diablo for no reason, do I need to tell you the meaning? In all the people you allowed my son to assassinate, you chose El Diablo, you chose The devil, Andrés, El Diablo,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated manner, “El Diablo,” he repeated a