Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

he preached, smoothly talking. Edwin said nothing. Instead, he watched him with the stillness of a predator waiting for its prey to walk right into its trap. Garrett turned to the guests, sweeping his eyes over the room."Yes, their past is nothing to write home about. But what pack does not have a dark past behind its name? Even our very own pack, the Dark Moon pack has blood on its borders, on her hands." "He is telling us our history now," someone amongst the guest chuckled.

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

Trayaksh wished to give her the freedom which she was longing for since an eternity but only if he knew that the blurred lines of their past were still chaining them with the tragic thread of destruction which was bound to be the eternal truth of their story. And love between them was beyond impossible as his past sins had already broken the bonny fantasy which she once had woven inside her sterling heart. But here she was, still chained in the blurred and dark past. Chained inside those blurred yet tormenting nine years during which the darkness seeped inside the deepest of her parts making her hollow. Nothing was left for her except the blurred chains of past holding her down and captivati

I asked, impatiently. “Thick darkness is fast covering your bright light, and the light to chase the darkness away, seems impossibly hard to find…” She completed, and I had never heard worse news. What more darkness could there be? Was there anything darker than what had possessed Sylvia? Was there something that would make I and Ralph's friendship go sour? Why is it that troubles never end?

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.

"Look, it's not you; it's me. I found out I have major trust issues. Very major trust issues that I didn't know about until Dorothy pointed it out. You see, a lot of things happened in my past, and it... it scarred me deeply. I... I... can't get into the details of what happened, but I was hurt really bad. Really, really bad. Every moment felt like... pure torture." A shaky breath escaped my lips, and I blinked back the tears that had begun to pool in my eyes. I hated thinking about my past and talking about it was, even though not the whole story, was way worse. It was like the chains that bound me before were creeping in, curling around me like a snakes and trapping me all over again.

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?