Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

Its far from what you are thinking. ''And how do you know what I'm thinking, the all knowing Sky?'' I sat straighter now. ''Damian and I were talking and....'' ''Just talking-?'' He asked looking at me with googly eyes. ''Yeah, just talking-....He mentioned something though about someone's death, a female I presume......and inside, he died with her. I think her death is the cause of all his hate and sorrow. I just want to earn his trust but gosh!.....he is just so stubborn...''

It's a date, after all. “What are the nightmares all about?” He stares at me, and I pause. I didn't expect him to ask that. Couldn't he have asked something else? I breathe in and out. “They are related to a trauma I experienced as a child. I need you to promise me you won't use this against me.” He pushes his chair next to mine and holds my hands. “Do I look like a noisy journalist? Nobody keeps private like me.” I nod at his assurance. “Um...I was about to turn ten years old. My mother would...ask me to wear pretty clothes and these men would...come home to see me. She called it viewing...Bangi, I can't.” I could feel my eyes filling with tears.

She sighed internally and shook her head again, feeling the tension rise as the ‘spark’ between them grew stronger. But it was a different story in Dark’s mind. Whenever it came to Exelle’s former husband, Hans, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of irritation. Beyond the fact that they had once been married, Hans had been one of the people who had hurt Exelle, a fact that Dark had failed to stop, due to the promise he had made to her father. A promise that had almost been broken time and time again, especially as Dark witnessed Exelle’s pain, knowing he couldn’t do anything about it. But for Dark, those were just excuses to cover up his own fear—fear that Exelle might reject him, just as she

"I will raise him to never be a victim of people like your father. He will have everything I didn't have. He will have power." "He’ll have a father who bought his mother like a piece of meat," Iza spat. "He’ll have a father who spent twenty years nursing a grudge against a man who didn't even know he’d caused a tragedy. You’re not building a legacy, Dark. You’re building a monument to your own pain." Dark’s eyes flashed with a sudden, raw vulnerability—the kind of look that would have broken Iza’s heart a week ago. But today, she only saw a target.

“Fix what? I don’t…” “The darkness,” I say quietly, growing frustrated with the back and forth. “The darkness that runs in either yours or your husband's bloodline.” I guess it was time to get to the bottom of all of this, especially after Diego’s lycan took control and even killed. “It’s the reason that your pack suffered from a plague, the reason that Diego has suffered for all of these years, and the reason that your daughter is currently going through what she is. And…” I continue, remembering the slight bit of darkness I felt radiating from Geo. “The reason my son will possibly one day suffer like Diego.”

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

"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.