Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

Looking into his cold, vengeful eyes, I knew my life was a mess for good. I was trapped between a murderous aunt and a vengeful drugs addict. And I had nowhere to run.

DARK DESIRES TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS Written By Adura EPISODE TWENTY (A SNEAK PEAK OF THE PAST) "I heard she's the only daughter of the Carmen" "So many deficiencies in the world, How could she be choose to be dumb?, Fate was so cruel on her" "Can't believe she can't speak" "She can't voice her own opinion" "She's such a curse" "Her hair is intimidating" "I'm sure she's a witch"

He delicately treated my hand like he was not the person who burnt it. I have to do something to escape from this obsessed person. His love towards me is so dark that it will cloud me and burn me . Yesterday, I witnessed his madness. I somehow thought that he is not a normal person but yesterday he gave me a reason to. In his madness , he killed an innocent. Viraj is dead because of him . " Not him , you are the reason he died ", my subconscious yelled at me. I will agree with it. If only I didn't get his help. If only I didn't make Viraj my friend then he must be alive and live his life peacefully with his mother.

I probe to get him to continue. “The former princess has tried to kill herself in order to escape the torment of her father. Nora stopped her twice from doing it. This darkness I’ve seen it before in others. Sometimes it’s because they have experienced intense trauma, sometimes due to the environment they are in, and other times it’s just their brain is different. Those with this darkness they struggle daily. Some days are better. They can be happy, but they also have bad days. Bad days involve sometimes attempting suicde. They believe they are worthless, the emptiness inside eats at them, they often feel alone, unloved, and death is better than living. Sometimes their mental state can be so

The love he offered was a radiant sun, bright and life-giving, but Elara felt like a creature of perpetual twilight, scarred by shadows too deep to be entirely banished by such warmth. Her past, a relentless tide, lapped at the edges of her present, whispering insidious doubts. It was a landscape of loss, painted in hues of betrayal and punctuated by the sharp, agonizing cries of those she had failed to protect. The faces of her people, gaunt with hunger and fear, still haunted her waking hours, their silent accusations a constant refrain. And then there were the personal ghosts, the echoes of love lost, the phantom touch of hands that had turned cold, the memory of promises shattered like f

A dark shadow from Nathaniel's past resurfaced, threatening to unravel everything we had built. One fateful evening, as we were preparing for a lavish gala celebrating our latest artistic achievement, an anonymous package arrived at our doorstep. Inside was a cryptic message and a collection of photographs that sent chills down my spine. The photographs depicted Nathaniel in compromising situations, with an ominous figure lurking in the background. Fear gripped my heart as I realized that someone was targeting Nathaniel, seeking to destroy him and our happiness. The shadowy presence from his past had returned, seeking vengeance for perceived wrongs and secrets that had long been buried.

Did he seek the help of darkness, or did he cling to the unfair nature of fate? But then, he gave a deep shake of his head and offered me a tray of coffee, pulled a strand of my hair and made me look into his eyes like we were in the bestselling movie scene. Now it made sense. Now I could connect the scenes. His past must have been hunting him for a long time. If I had such a dark past, would I inform him? Would I choose to destroy the fragments of love he had for me? Would I still claim to be a saint when trouble came?

The soft glow of the lanterns and the distant howls of the night wolves provided a serene yet melancholic backdrop. “Sometimes,” Zuri confessed softly, “I feel as if the past will never truly leave us. The scars, the lies—they haunt me in the silence of the night.” Donavon pulled her close, his gaze fixed on hers. “I understand your pain, Zuri. I have my own demons to confront. But together, we are not defined by our past. Our love, our unity, and the hope in the hearts of our pack are the true measures of who we are.”

Something suspicious is going on between the two families. Something dark and hidden. They have an unfinished personal business in the past. Surely,they do.

The oppressive darkness of the room felt like a living entity, wrapping itself around Daryl, Leo, and Aria as they sat huddled together. The weight of their captivity pressed heavily on their shoulders. Daryl’s mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more chaotic than the last. He couldn’t shake the recent revelations about his family’s history—the legacy of betrayal and blood that twisted through their veins like a venomous snake. Vercus's malevolence wasn’t just a personal vendetta; it was a curse passed down through generations, a darkness that sought to obliterate everything in its path.