Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

His shoulders shook, his breathing came unevenly, and his hands clung to his face as if afraid everything would disappear again if he let go. The room felt heavier, yet strangely hopeful. For the first time in a long while, they saw the real Dark trembling before them, not the cold Mafia Lord they had grown used to. They saw a man who had once loved deeply, who had once cherished a family, who had once lived a life beyond guns, violence, and shadows. But as they watched him fall apart, none of them knew what would happen next. They did not know if the memories would come back completely or if there would be consequences they could not control. They did not know if Dark would be the same man

Now it was time for us to enjoy our lives, the past has come back knocking so it could bite us in the arse. Hot tears spilled down my face as anger rose from the depths of my stomach. It wasn't our fault that our past had been like that, but these assholes keep making it seem as though we got to decide how our past was. They made it our fault. The pains, the trauma, and the torment, they made it our fault. My chest began to burn, it was a familiar pain, but it was unbearable. As I released a scream, a blinding lightning burst out of me, the next thing I saw was darkness.

I spoke softly, the words carried on the breeze, "there is a chapter of your life that remains veiled in shadows. A part of your journey that led you down the path of a rogue. Will you share it with me?" His gaze met mine, a flicker of vulnerability mingling with the familiar strength in his eyes. His voice, touched with a hint of solemnity, resonated with a desire to lay bare his innermost truths. "Tania," he began, his voice carrying the weight of memories, "my past is a tapestry woven with pain, loss, and a longing for freedom. It began with the betrayal of those I once held dear, a darkness that shattered the illusions of trust and loyalty."

he doesn’t even understand what the girl’s shouting but she seems like a witch –chanting her evil spell “Don’t just stand! Fight!” he urges his team as the undead still multiplying like crazy “A –are you su –sure about this Alfonso? They outnumbered us!” cowardly hiding in the corner, some people did not help them and just settled themselves in the dark “Choose people! Fight them or die here? That’s the only thing that we can do” Alfonso shouted and the cowards still crept in the dark “wa –what’s this?” “Ahk!” it’s a great mistake to hid and cover up in the darkness because where there’s a dark the shadows/soul is more dominant

He muttered before chugging his milk, making me chuckle. I know everything about him so no surprise. His father was murdered by his own friend. And about his mother, she was murdered; a victim of sexual abuse by his own boss, who's the father of his best friend, Konan. The court declared that she died because of an accident, but that was full of nonsense and lies. Why do I know, you asked? They're the reason why my parents died. I know everything about them. Including Lenan, Blake, and his youngest brother, Sky. But, unfortunately, I can't tell everything to him. He's like a fragile glass. An empty puzzle that has this illness that makes him more like one.

Never could he imagine his life would turn upside down in the city of light and he would become someone wanted and loved by his fans. His dark past has always been a secret he buried deep in himself. Something between that period happened to Brandon which made him a man who he never wanted to become, And that mystery is yet to be revealed...

Every time before she had ended up lost and confused, robbed of any memories that would explain where she had gone and why. Cara decided that was not going to happen this time. This time she refused to slip away filled with fear. This time she refused to forget. Cara refused to run this time. Tara was right, there was something that she wasn't facing. There was something she was refusing to face. But why? What could possibly be worse than everything else she had previously faced and come to accept? No, this time she would not allow herself to leave when she was obviously so close to realizing something she needed to come to terms with. This time she needed to deal with what ever it was.

Like father, like son. What’s that supposed to mean? “The saddest thing about betrayal is that it never comes from your enemy, it’s always a person disguised as a friend or family, so don’t trust the combatant, that’s all I can say. “ She murmured, boring her blue eyes to mine. It sent a chill down my spine. “Why are you helping me?” “Oh, My lady. I’m not helping you.” “Skylar?” Dimitri’s voice caught me off guard, making me jump a little.

"You need to live, Natalie, to really feel what you feel for me without the drugs." I got it then. He did not want me to just give in; he wanted my heart, my real feelings. However, he did not understand that my heart had died a long time ago, back when the Davis family took my parents from me. Sure, that new drug kept me cool, and it took the edge off the pain. However, it was just the edge. The deep, wrenching pain that made me wish for death was fading, yet the sharp stabs in my bones were as cruel as ever.

In her eyes, Dante was a man shrouded in mystery. She did not want to force him to tell her anything he was not uncomfortable with sharing and simply thought he had a dark past, which made him reluctant to share things with her. It was understandable, they were still strangers after all. “So, your mother passed away last year?” He asked her. “Yeah, then a month after that my father remarried, now I have a step mother and step sister.” She told him. “Your father sounds like an arse. How can he marry another woman in such short period of time?” He asked, feeling annoyed.