Dark And Troubled Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

"My brother might be a maniac, but when he impaled that witch on a wooden stake, it was the most honourable thing he had done." The sickness Harlow felt inside her stomach was beyond explaining. Michael's past was worse than what she'd heard about him now. "That the most twisted thing I've ever heard," she mumbled more to herself than to him. He perched his lips, and eyebrows raised slightly, "Yes, well, so it would be in today's period." He shook his head, "It was a different time back then?" Her eyebrows arched up slightly, "Different time?"

“That’s…that’s…incredible, but I can’t imagine what life was like for you.” “You don’t want to imagine it. Now…why do the blinds startle you so much?” “Talking about my messed-up childhood after finding out you fought in the Colosseum doesn’t measure up.” Lucas laughs softly. “My past was a long time ago. I’ve made peace with it. Killing the man who paid for me to become a Vampire Champion helped. Maybe you could try—”

Right on my death bed, I decided I wanted to become a married woman before I would finally leave the world. And just 28 hours to my last day, the day my daughter was to turn a week old, I took out a pen and began writing my story. Maybe people would be able to see and understand my reason. But at the end of it all I never wanted to make younger girls out there be like me, a disgusting and shameless mother. My greatest fear after my dark past was letting my daughter learn of what her careless mother had done in the past. I wasn't going to be there to explain myself to her but I hope my book represent me and my regretful feeling.

“Sariah—” “No.” I stand up too fast, anger finally burning hotter than hurt. “You don’t know what this place feels like for me, Brock. Nobody even fucking wants me here! I’m a walking pity party every single day of my life.” I catch a tear that threatens to fall. “You’re the golden boy of Darkthorne,” I snap. “You would never understand what it’s like to be me.” The second the words leave my mouth, regret hits me. I look in his direction, a hurt expression on his face.

He grabbed me by my hair and smashed me into the ground. "Because I want to kill you! If you hadn't helped me, I could've hidden my dirty past! Now, everyone knows I lived years of my life in the dumps! I'd rather starve to death than let anyone find out about my past! They're all looking down on me, and it's your fault!" The years of living as a vagrant had twisted his heart into something dark and evil.

He had long hair in all the pictures that Caspian, my lawyer, showed to me, but his short cropped hair gives him the appearance of a seven star general in the army. Despite his knee-weakening gorgeousness, there’s a darkness in his eyes that cannot be hidden. I know because my soul carries that same darkness, borne from years and years of trauma. Years where I prayed to God for death. Years where I endured abuse and sorrow and suffering. Something happened to Bhyron in the past. And from the look of things, he’ll never recover. I noticed another emotion in those dark blue eyes that are probably too dark to explore — love. Unbending, soul wrenching love that almost borders on obsession.

Unknowingly, my nerve cells started to respond to the circumstances. The two of them didn't seem to notice that there was someone else besides them as they were lost in their world. They appeared to be close friends and both of them were radiating in the room. One was blessed with light brown pastel coloured eyes which seemed as sweet as sugar and the other one was blessed with black coloured eyes which seemed as deep as the sea.

Just like that, my days passed until one day, I saw the news that a prisoner had run into the iron fence and died on the spot while taking a break. That prisoner was none other than Lucas. Outwardly, I appeared impassive, but inwardly, I breathed a sigh of relief. I felt as though a great burden had been taken off my shoulder. At this point, the dust had settled, and everything was over. Those dark days in the past seemed to be all behind me now, leaving only a bright future ahead of me.

"Trust me, I'm not Jamal please… Believe me. It was complicated. She pleaded tearfully. "Do you realize the gravity of what you've just done? You deceived me, Natasha – that's what you did. I now see the reason why you had rushed all of this. How can you explain to me that you had cancer and hid it so long until now and my daughter too is affected, why,why did you do this... takes a deep sigh and continued You know what, this situation is not just complicated; it's like a labyrinth of emotions. Honestly.. you're more haunting than a nightmare, and trust me, every fiber of my being aches with regret for being entangled in this".

And the fact that he said he can't control it when it comes. "Yes, darkness." She looked back at me. "Don't be afraid, you have your own darkness too, just not quite the same as his." She flicked another pebble-like thing into the fire, it roared a bit louder. "His was born out of unresolved pain and grief, a more,... malicious, kind of darkness." Okay, this was not making me feel better. I looked at her, my mouth shut.