Dark And Troubled Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

"I had managed to call the police by that point and I guess they tracked the GPS of my phone. All I remember before blacking out was that bastard yanking the glass higher up and slicing me further." The air around Summer had grown a few degrees colder as Asher's anger turned into full on rage. Placing a hand on his cheek she forced him to look at her. "It's all in the past now." She assured him with a smile. "No point in dwelling on it now." Asher let out a jagged breath, "but I was so useless back then when you needed me the most." "You couldn't have possibly predicted that something like that would happen." Neither of them could have imagined it, especially since her bastard father ha

“All these years, I’ve been doing my best to get back to how I was but every time I see them, they would always remind me that I never deserve to move on and free myself from my dark past.” ‘Dark past..’ Serin uttered in her head. Having a clear recall of what Dave had to go through while he was trapped in agonizing misery back then squeezed her heart tighter. She could not avoid getting hurt every time Dave would mention such a nightmare in his life even though he’s totally fine now. “Shouldn’t they know better that you only did hurt Jeremy and Yenny because you were in your worst condition that time?”

Our days were simple yet happy, each one filled with joy and laughter. Occasionally, I would hear about Ricardo from Vincenzo. It was said that the Gambino Famiglia had completely collapsed, and Ricardo himself had become a vagrant. He wandered the streets, drunk and half-mad, muttering over and over, "Isabella… Mi Dispiace." Every time I heard this, a faint ripple would stir in my heart, but it was quickly washed away by the happiness right in front of me. The past was the past. What I had now was what I should truly cherish.

“Then you need to figure it out. And fast. How do you think the pack will react to this? They’re already protesting this marriage.” “You don’t need to remind me,” I grit out, pain lancing through me. “Or ever. I’m your Alpha. Do not forget that.” Dominic’s expression hardens. “How could I forget?” he says bitterly. His footsteps echo in the dimly lit corridor as he retreats, leaving me to heal. Alone. I’m left in the suffocating darkness of the basement. The air hangs heavy with tension, thick with the weight of unspoken words and unresolved emotions. My heart aches with the knowledge of what was done, of the rift I have created between us.

I was nothing. The deep pit of depression pulled at me throughout the hours as I lay on the cold hard ground. I couldn't pull myself up. I couldn't go on. I had killed Mila and now I had killed Remi. I let Kezia and Matei die. No matter what I did, I was never good enough to save the people I loved. I'd even killed my own mother. What was wrong with me? I was living ball of bad luck. Bad Karma. I raised my head. Had Karma done this to me? Was that the reason? I slowly pushed into a sitting position.

he responded. I sighed. I told him about that part of my past where Rudraneel was my culprit. Where he didn't trust me and blamed me for so many things. Now, I had to tell him about that part of my past, where I was the culprit for so many people. When I went into a rampage and destroyed everything just for the sake of my anger and revenge. I became the darkest and worst version of myself and maybe I don't regret it till now. If I think about my past, I wonder, if I want to change anything that I did, and my answer would be a big no.

“Ruby’s gone. I heard she’s making moves to transfer schools, move to a new city, and barely answers my calls. Says she needs space from… everything.” He stared into his drink. “My business is sinking,” he continued, voice cracking for the first time. “Debts piling up. Partners pulling out. And all I’ve got left are regrets. Drinking too much. Hitting too hard when I shouldn’t. Pushing away the only person who ever looked at me like I wasn’t a monster.” Black said nothing. Just signaled for another round. Two broken men, drowning in the ruins of the lives they’d built. ♠️ MARLENE ♠️

And if things didn't conform to his desire, he simply destroyed it. Everything that happened to me from the past up till this very moment was unfair but I didn't care. I'd never expected to be loved, because our family was fucked up. From a young age, I already knew that all I'd ever be was my father's killing machine, the freak of the family with no emotion and who could be treated like thrash for their filthy amusement. "I am being very serious, Riven. It was a miracle he survived your attack, so seeing you again might trigger his PTSD. I don't want you anywhere near him—"

CHAPTER 14: THE DARK PAST SIDRA'S P.O.V It’s weird how life takes us on a journey. How life itself is a journey. Hamdan's questions took me back to my past. Just thinking about life on earth brings back fond memories of childhood to some, fondness to others and total panic to a few. Sweet-bitter memories my past held but it was all now just a painful dark abyss. The darkness from our past can be wiped clean by the brightness of the future if we are lucky enough. The bitterness of the memories can be replaced by the sweetness of the new life and after all the tears in the darkness, at last the smiles in public.

And she hated that he carried it all alone. “Damien,” she called softly, breaking the silence. “You’re thinking about it again, aren’t you?” He didn’t answer immediately. His jaw tightened, his hands flexing at his sides. Then, finally, he turned to her, his dark eyes filled with shadows. “The past… it doesn’t let me go,” he admitted, his voice raw with frustration. “No matter how hard I try, no matter what we do, the shadows are always there, lurking.”