Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

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—"

Whenever she saw him happy, the sorrowful end of her little sister float before her eyes. Her eyes that pierced like swords, shone in the darkness. she's facing mysteries that she can't solve. She's been seeking answers for her endless questions, but does anybody have them? It's him who's pulling her into the world of darkness. It's him. It has always been him, but does he have the answers? The mistakes he made in the past, caused a grudge. Which was where a grudge, dominated a game. Does he have the audacity to own his sin?

And I did not like that fucking shit, not at fucking all. A torrent of anger and resentment came surging back, memories of the past boiling to the surface as I recalled how his actions had propelled me into the abyss of The Darkness. The weight of that bitter history crashed down on me with the force of a freight train, leaving me breathless and reeling. The Darkness within me stirred, its presence growing more insistent as it begged to be unleashed, to claim dominion over my soul. But what sent a chill down my spine was its twisted longing to seek out Raphael and surrender to its darkest impulses in his presence.

The night before had been incredibly intense, a whirlwind of passion, and now, in the quiet moments of morning, I had the chance to admire his vulnerability. The darkness that had consumed him was a heavy burden, one he had carried for far too long. The torment of his past, the betrayal he bore from Morticia and the pain that had etched itself into his heart, had threatened to devour him, almost stealing him away. But somehow, he had pushed through, emerged on the other side, and allowed me to glimpse the depths of his soul. I couldn't imagine what he must have felt, reliving those painful memories, but I was grateful that he didn't let it consume him.

Her breaths were slow and controlled, but I could see the conflict raging beneath the surface—see how her fingers twitched and her jaw flexed like she was trying to bite back the storm of emotions inside her. She was unraveling, and I didn’t blame her. I had spent years untangling myself from the damage Stacey had done, from the betrayal of realizing my sister had erased me, erased our father, and rewritten our entire existence to suit the perfect, untouchable image she wanted to project. Makayla was just now discovering that the woman she had once trusted, maybe even loved, had been playing God with her own history. She let out a sharp, bitter breath, shaking her head. “This…” she exhaled,

I can tell she wants to explain what it is, but she can't do it, and I can't force her to tell me. "You can't tell me what happened? Why he is the way he is?" I ask her when she looks out the window before turning her head back to look at me. "His past is dark and all I can tell you is that you have to be careful and take it easy with him. I know he doesn't mean to hurt you, like he couldn't control his anger against my mate back there. The darkness from his past has a hard grip around him," she says and walks over to where I am when she takes a seat beside me again.

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