Dark And Troubled Past Novels & Stories

"Look let me do my job and well we won't have to see each other again right? I'm sorry for crossing the line and insulting your options but I really think what we have could blossom into a good friendship." More hurtful words! "Uh yeah.." I mustered. "I trusted you with my past. Thanks for giving me time, I know you were probably weirded out at first... but thanks for giving me time to open up... I don't do that much. It's actually kinda hard-"

He also didn't talk and just watched how the darkness settled in. No woman can resist not just his charm but also his personality in total. He doesn't look kind when I first saw him but he is when I know him! He was somehow a bit weird to me before. I kind of observed that he has a trauma. I saw him being afraid of flashing lights in the car. I never saw him drive even in his own car. I never saw him alone in his own car. Life is really unfair. You may be living in the present but you are barely breathing and surviving. You may experience happiness but you are always being pulled by your past. The past that you don't want to remember anymore.

Is there anything left behind? With doubt bearing down on him, Dominick murmured, "I don't know." However, it seems to be more than that. It's the darkest I've ever experienced. Not since the previous days. He trailed off as memories of his past mental and physical injuries came flooding back. Like a shadow in his head, the darkness that had engulfed him before the pack had taken root in his heart was now making a comeback.

“What the hell do you know about Dad? You don’t even know him.” “Believe me, I know more than you do.” “I believe nothing you tell me. You’re just trying to hurt me.” “No, I don’t! I just want revenge.” “At me? Why?” “Not you, but the past. You carry the burden of the past on your shoulders. The shadow of the past will always follow you wherever you go.” “You are sick! Totally sick!” I said, trying to calm myself down. “I am not! You’re too stupid and you understand nothing I’m saying here.”

They say eyes are the windows to the soul and as I stared into Jasper’s all I saw were secrets and pain, but something else existed there in those blue pools which I didn't quite understand- shame? “I’ve done a lot of bad things in my life, Sophia. I know I’m not a good person, but Dark- Dark is a psychotic bastard and in his twisted mind everything he does is for the good of the world, he wouldn’t think twice to hurt you.” unlike me, I heard the words Jasper he failed to say and I sighed. “You were the reason Dark got to me in the first place, how does that make you better than him?” I pushed.

The specifics of that period in my life were kept a secret from everyone, including Magnus, who had developed a close relationship with me and was now my confidant. But the shadows of my past were not easily banished, and the darkness that had previously enveloped me continued to cling to my heart like a tenacious parasite even after it had been expelled from my body. In the sake of vengeance, I had committed some terrible acts, acts that could never be forgiven. I had degenerated into a being that I abhorred, and the wounds inflicted by my acts were deeply embedded within me.

As a consequence, Faith herself had been forced to bear the burden of this dark legacy, carrying the emotional scars that etched her soul. And now, standing on the precipice of the present, Echo is unwittingly thrust into the line of fire. The ominous shadows of the past loomed large, threatening to engulf her in the same vortex of despair that had consumed those before her. Yet, amid the suffocating grip of fear and uncertainty, there was a glimmer of resilience in their hearts. They knew, deep down, that they could not permit history to repeat itself. They could not let this malevolence swallow Echo's life as well.

One more step I go to that light, then I will come out of this dark tunnel, but what I hope is the hell that always haunts me. The father who slaps the face of the mother, the mother who breaks all kinds of things in front of her, the father who carries another woman, the mother who always contacts her mistress. Everything in front of me, everything I saw seemed to be playing on a big TV, very big ... as if that person was in front of me, as if it was real, like a memory that goes back to the past, the past a dark past, a past I don't want to remember.

I sat in the monoblock chair in front of the beautiful moon, it was so peaceful indeed. “I love how the dark comfort me,” I mumbled in a low tone. I tilted my head when I accidentally gaze at a shooting star, my heart started to thump violently. I feel the adrenaline rush through my whole body. The grief and sadness came back again ferociously. I close my eyes to feel the breeze of the cold air from the west. Remembering the past can bring me weakness.

I said softly as Shade came forward, and we slowly slipped into the shadows. When we reappeared, we were in my room. It was dark. I sat on my bed with her wrapped tightly in my arms. She gripped my shoulders, her fingernails digging in as she searched for solid ground and found it with me. “I'm so sorry! I don't want to hurt you. This isn't easy for me. I want you but I can't be with you. I'm no good for you. There's too much darkness in me, and my past is so dark that if it wasn't for the darkness inside me, my dark past is too bad; you deserve better. Everything about me is wrong. Everything about me is bad, and everything about you is good. You deserve better than me,” I said, and I hated