First Person Past Tense Novels & Stories

But something deeper—something quieter—whispered the opposite. You’ve seen this before. I swallowed slowly. “…Do I know you?” I asked. My voice didn’t sound like mine. Too careful. Too measured. Like I was trying not to break something fragile that already felt cracked. They tilted their head slightly. The same way someone does when they’re listening to something you can’t hear. “You did,” they said. Did. Past tense. My pulse stuttered. “What does that mean?” No answer. Mason shifted slightly in front of me.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as memories of the past flooded my mind – the pain, the heartache, the endless torment. Draven's voice cut through my thoughts, his words dripping with clarity. "I realized and came to the conclusion that you are not willing to put the past behind you." His gaze held mine, his eyes burning with what could be referred to as regret.

Third person Pov: Ryder had retreated to one of his father’s apartments, desperately trying to erase the ugly look on Bella’s face from his memory. She had been the one who understood his pain, and the moments he shared with her made it all seem to vanish, but now she was gone. The hurt was immeasurable, and he wanted it to stop. When he couldn’t stop thinking about the pain, he jerked up from bed and grabbed his keys. He made his way to the elevator, and as soon as it slid open, he got in, resting his back against the wall. The moment it came to a halt, he walked out as fast as he could, got into his car, and zoomed off.

Third Person Pov The front door slammed harder than Liam intended. The sound echoed through the mansion’s massive hallway, disrupting the peaceful morning. His head throbbed. The alcohol from last night still lingered in his system, making everything feel heavier than usual. He loosened the first two buttons of his shirt and ran a hand through his messy hair as he stepped inside. The scent of expensive perfume reached him before the voice did. “Well,” a sharp voice cut through the silence, “look who finally remembers he lives here.”

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 laughed quietly for the first time that evening then I reached for the handle. The past was still behind me and the war was still ahead. But for the first time I was walking into with my eyes both open. —-------------------------------------------------

I need to push on they need the medicine. You’re not going to make it, the fever will kill all those effected all because you weren’t quick enough. That’s why they abandoned you the first time, isn’t it? You weren’t quick enough, It’s all your fault they left you. My subconscious speaks like I am a five year old in need of a scolding. My uneven breathing grows harsh as my throat closes up with memories rushing back from my subconscious’ taunting. My fingers automatically go to the left side of my forehead to trace the ridge of the scar to its end just below my right eye.

I murmured lovingly, rocking us back and forth in a soothing rhythm. "Such a funny girl" I remarked. Third-person POV: He slumped back in the soft grass, his gaze fixed on the expanse of sky above him. But was interrupted by a feminine voice that broke through his reverie.

I said softly. I stepped out of the room. The voices grew louder. My mother and i arguing. I reached the living room and froze. There we were my past self standing in the middle of the room. Yelling words I wished I could take back. “You never listen to me!” my past self shouted. “You don’t understand anything!” my mother fired back. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, i had lived this, and i had said those words. “I’m leaving!” my past self yelled.

‘I am just like you. ‘You’re a ghost.’ ‘You’re right,’ she answered. ‘But you are also wrong,’ ‘I don’t get it,’ ‘What did you see the first time you saw me in your dream?’ ‘A clock,’ ‘I am a time traveler just like you.’ ‘A time traveler?’ ‘I came from the past,’ ‘Are you dead?’ ‘I died in my present,’ she said. ‘But I am also here in the future, and today is your present.’