Forever In The Past Novels & Stories

Chris Joelle's cheeks flushed as my words hung in the air like a bridge between the past and the present. In that moment, time seemed to fold back on itself, carrying me to a place of memories and emotions long buried. As she blushed I remembered what a brilliant student she had been, how I’d been unexpectedly drawn to her, the kiss we had shared and the hell that came after that. I knew it was time to apologize to her. I knew I would like never get another chance. “Joelle, I need you to hear me out,” I told her. “I’m sorry for…” I implored, my voice tinged with sincerity. My intention to apologize hovered in the air, caught between the gravity of past mistakes and the possibility of healing

As I opened the slash of her black robe, she shed my coat. End everything tonight. [ A L I N A ' S P O V ] A month should be enough to forget someone who cut you down your heart. A month should be enough to move on rather than holding their pendant in your hands, wishing for their presence next to yourself. A month should be enough to forget everything. A month should be enough to be healed and get over the fact when you learned your PTSD could never be cured anymore. It was too late to treat it. It was too late for everything.

All over again. No Aiden. You made a promise. A promise to come back stronger and powerful. That woman is my past and I have vowed never to go back to that past. The past that haunted me day and night and gave me sleepless night. The past that broke me deeply and shattered my heart into tiny pieces. I had barely been able to pick up those pieces and put them back together. The past I had struggled with for years. I shook my head in the attempt to dismiss every thought of her.

"I've made up my mind to go through with it. I deserve a fresh start." Without another thought, I tipped the vial back and drank it all. My wolf howled inside me, thrashing in agony. This was the cost of my freedom, and I'd pay it. … Time flew by, and before I knew it, my first day at the new job had arrived. My colleagues welcomed me warmly, and it felt like my life was finally getting back on track. I used to think those painful memories would stay with me forever, that I'd never be able to move on. But with the support of family and friends, and as time passed, I healed faster than I expected, leaving the past behind me.

Claire whispered with a soft smile as tears welled up in her eyes, "I'm scared. I'm afraid to think that my life will always be this happy." "You will always be happy, I promise," Alex replied earnestly. "Do you promise never to leave me? I'm too afraid of losing you. My worst nightmares are when you leave me alone. I don't know what to do without you." Claire sobbed, causing Alex to stop playing and turn to embrace her. "Claire," Alex whispered softly, feeling the warmth of Claire's body. "I promise never to leave you. I promise I will always be here for you." Alex took a deep breath and gathered the courage to continue, "Until death do us part."

The past was always there, just beyond his reach, tugging him back, reminding him of everything he had lost and could never reclaim. Vincent let out a heavy sigh, the sound escaping from deep within him, as though the weight of his emotions had become too much to bear. His shoulders slumped, the tension that had been building in his chest finally spilling over. He knew, deep down, that his past with Isla was over—that chapter of his life had been closed, sealed shut by time and circumstance. But the pain of it, the lingering heartache, refused to let him go. Even though he had tried to move forward, to rebuild his life, the shadow of Isla’s memory still loomed large, and he couldn’t shake th

"Well, it means I'll always be with you. Forever." His eyes settled on mine softly, calm, and almost ethereal, like they were holding a promise. "And I..." I leaned into his chest, feeling his warmth, feeling home. "I was, I am and I will always be... Forever yours." The End

Only then, behind the safety of my own lock, did the world finally slow down enough for me to breathe. I sank onto the edge of my narrow bed, the silence of my room a stark contrast to the pulsing music of the night before. Now that I wasn't running for my life, the memories began to flicker back like a damaged film reel. I remembered the club, the way the bass had vibrated in my chest, and the way Ethan had looked at me, like I was the only person in a room of a thousand. I remembered the heat of the dance floor, our bodies moving sensually, locked together in a way that made the rest of the world disappear. I closed my eyes, and I could still feel the fire of his mouth on mine during that

Endlessly. Until we could not. Until survival— Failed. Until— Everything ended. Badly. Tragically. Inevitably. The Ashford way. The only way. The— Forever way. Marcus. Always Marcus. Forever— Marcus.

Leif said nothing further. Just as Raina thought he would say no more, a deep voice suddenly sounded near her ear. He sincerely said, “Maybe others change, but I never will. If I believe in someone, I will always believe, forever and ever. Neither pain nor death will change that.” Forever and ever, huh. But after all she had been through, Raina understood one thing clearly: there is no forever in this world. Forever simply does not exist. No one can truly achieve it, because people change whenever they want. She no longer believed. ***