Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

That's Nikolai's job to do. “I don't. I just know how to go about injuries like this.” He deadpans and for the first time, something flashes through his eyes. An emotion, I can't fathom what kind as it's replaced with his same old emotionless expression. I know he was abused. He still has scars on his back, so I ask, “Does it have anything to do with the scars on your back?” He nods and then utters, “When I was twenty, I had a very close relationship with black eyes. So trust me when I say I'm a pro at this.” A slight chuckle escapes his lips for the first time and I'm suddenly reminded of how fucking good-looking he looks.

I demanded, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my chest. Whitman sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. “There’s an ancient darkness that was thought to have been defeated years ago. It was a force that once controlled the rogues, bending them to its will.” My heart skipped a beat. “You’re saying it’s back?” Whitman nodded. “Yes. This darkness is seeking revenge, and it has resurfaced with a new leader. The Blackthorns are merely its instruments.” Eli exchanged a worried glance with me. “And what does this have to do with the traitor?”

I felt something that I had been desperately longing to feel for years. Peace. Alexander’s P.O.V. I grasped the thick business file tightly in my hand as the dark wave of memories from my past rushed unbidden into my mind. No matter how incredibly hard I tried to forget them and rid myself of the trauma, they would never fully leave me. I could vividly remember every single day of my adolescence. It all felt as if it had just happened yesterday. I was not a good person, and I am still not. I was a deeply troubled child, and I was a violent, troubled teenager. But I did not regret being like that. After all, that dark past was exactly what made me who I am in the present.

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

And yet, now that I knew the truth about his dark and twisted past, I couldn't help but wonder if that hope had been nothing more than a fool's dream, a fantasy born of desperation and denial. The realization that both my father and Damien's father were sinister men, capable of unspeakable acts of cruelty and malice, filled me with a profound sense of sadness and despair. How had I been so blind to the darkness that lurked within them, so naive to believe that they were anything other than the monsters they truly were?

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.

She cried, repeating the action even when the results kept breaking her heart. Luck wasn't on any of the two sides' as her cellphone's battery eventually died shortly, leaving them in pitch-black darkness to handle things on their own. "Oh no." she pleaded with her phone, knowing that the dark was her second greatest enemy. It always reminded her of her late parents and would consistently bring back bitter memories she had tried to keep at the back of her mind, knowing that they could never get erased completely. The dark reminded her nothing but pain and being locked up always made her feel that history was on repeat. That history of being trapped under a box while watching her parents gett