Forever In The Past Novels & Stories

When my boyfriend, Caleb Steele, loses his family and everything he has, I walk away. After he makes a comeback, I come to see him every year. The first year, I hold my daughter, Claire Sutton, in my arms. Caleb throws fifty thousand dollars at me and tells me to stay away. The second year, I bring my late-stage cancer diagnosis, and he doesn't even look at it. Instead, he gives me a hundred thousand dollars and tells me to disappear for good. In the third and fourth years, I vanish just as he wants. Then, in the fifth year, he gets a call from Claire. "Mommy, when are you bringing me dinner? I'm hungry."

When Ethan Thamson was broke and struggling, his first love left him for a richer man who could give her the designer lifestyle she wanted. He spiraled until I found him unconscious on the side of the road and took him in. On my 18th birthday, our friendship became something more, and before long, we were inseparable. For the next eight years, I stayed by Ethan's side as he fought his way from a nobody on the streets to one of the most powerful men in the city. And through it all, Ethan treated me like I was the center of his world. Even after all these years, he still remembers the smallest things, like bringing me a heating pad and a warm drink whenever I have cramps. I never doubt hi

he teared up and Choven glanced at his best friend's eyes. He smiled, "Thank you for staying, Zhukre," he looked at his best friend and Zhukre cried yet he smiled, "That' is what's friends for," he replied. They looked at each other one last time and they couldn't hide the fear on their face but then, they both accepted that it was the end of their lives. "Goodbye, Zhukre," Choven whispered. "Let see each other in another life and best friend again," whispered Zhukre as he watches him turning into ashes, the same as his body.

He nodded and went to check Zoya. "She still loves you .. isn't she?" Nora asked me while bandaging my hand. I nodded while sighing. "Then what's the problem ?" Nora asked. I looked at the floor and the messed up things. I chuckled a little. "The problem is me !" "What? No way! Why do you think that you are the problem? " Nora said. I sighed again and shook my head. "You will not understand Nora, there is a past which we both can not forget, until the date"

Chapter 17: The Memory of the Past (part 1) Inside the cold underground prison, Jeremiah was still dreaming a dream about the past that happened thirteen years ago. It was not only one of the happiest moments in his life, but also the most painful one. He wished to erase it from his memory, but he could not. As the memory of the past kept running through his mind, neither he could control it nor to stop it. ***

she assured. "I don't know." Shaking his head in denial, he slightly kicked the sand. "Sometimes I feel like I am the only one who remembers her. It's... It's saddening how fast people have forgotten about her existence." "But you still do keep her existence alive in your memories and that's enough." her voice softened. "I don't know. It's... it's just hard." his shoulders slumped downward as he leaned on the bonnet of his car. "It's always hard for the people left behind. It has always been that way, always." her voice slightly faded as her gaze shifted to the sea.

"A glimpse into a life that once was, a connection that transcends time." The bonfire continued to crackle and pop, its flames now infused with a deeper significance. The pregnant woman's melody seemed to linger, carried on the night breeze as if it was an echo of a distant era. The bonfire's light flickered and danced, casting intricate patterns on the landscape, as I sat there, lost in the wonder of the vision and the realization that the past was never truly lost—it lived on in the whispers of memory and the stories of those who came before us.

Saint's POV This is dead. I've been here before, but it's different this time. I'm disconnected from Bronx. I don't want to be scared, but I am. I don't know how long I've been here, but I don't think it matters. Like Kas said, forever in the past and forever in the future. As long as I can find my way back to Bronx, everything will be okay.

Elena's once radiant smile now carried the weight of years, but her eyes still sparkled with the same fire that had drawn Adrian to her all those years ago. On a quiet evening, as the embers of their fireplace crackled softly, Adrian took Elena's weathered hand in his own. His voice, filled with a mixture of love and sadness, trembled as he spoke. "My dearest Elena, our time together on this earthly plane draws near its end. But know this, my love: even in the depths of the beyond, our souls shall remain entwined, forever bound by the love we shared."

After all, at the end of everything, we would come back in each other’s arms. As we are cursed for eternity. Cursed of being together forever.