Fragments Of The Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Fractured Hall Maeve advanced carefully, shard raised. With every step, shards of mirrors floated around her, spinning, reflecting corridors that didn’t exist. One reflected a memory from her childhood—her parents’ faces smiling at her—but the edges flickered with black tendrils. Another mirrored a prom night she had spent with Cade, their hands brushing, laughter echoing, but shadows clawed at the edges, attempting to corrupt the memory.

This was the first time in ten years that I had ever spoken to Josie like this. Josie frowned. "You were the one who refused to save him back then. If it weren't for you, Alex wouldn't have suffered. Everything you have now should have belonged to him!" She threw the ointment at me. She no longer bothered to pretend she cared. For all these years, I had always felt guilty because of that incident. I always put them first. I forced down the despair inside me and spoke with a trembling voice. "If it weren't for me, you would've died long–"

The cake he'd surprised me with in the morning before we left to work had brought tears to my eyes and the surprise he was planning for later was uncalled for, really. Kayden had given me a second chance of making everything right and I was not going to screw it up. I was still trying to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and piece them back together, five years later. I may have fallen to the ground but I trusted myself to get up too. "... Isla?" An irritated voice snapped me from my reverie and I turned around to meet Maeve's signature frown. She raked her manicured fingers in her hair which was too blonde to be true and stepped closer, her expensive perfume suffocating me.

Taking the fragments with them. The hunt had begun. And somewhere in the city— one fragment remained. Still glowing. Still waiting. Still calling. To Be Continued...

Sealed. Buried. Erased. Then darkness. Endless. Silent. Empty. The man inhaled sharply and the vision shattered. He stood in the forest again. The mountain still watching from the distance. But the past had left a scar behind. His hand rose slowly to his temple. “Fragments,” he murmured. His voice carried quiet frustration. Thousands of years sealed away and his memories were nothing but broken shards. Names. Faces. Wars. All gone. Except one truth.

And I heard something answer. Faintly. However, not in language. With memory. And it wasn’t mine. And it wasn’t kind. Lila The thread returned at midnight. not packaged. Not encircled. Scattered. Thirteen fragments across the moss path. Each piece is unique one is smooth, one is burned, and one is frayed. I gathered them slowly. Not to repair. To ask what they remembered. Only one pulsed. The one I believed I had lost on the day Saela went into exile. It pulsed and pulsed and pulsed.

For some reason, he asked if it was okay that we see each other again and I agreed without much argument. I admit, I was captivated by his beauty. He looked so perfect in so many ways. But again, I feel like I’m breaking the rules for harboring such feelings towards another God. And he’s a man, a very gorgeous one, I thought. I was almost done with the last mark when I heard something crack. “It broke,” I said in horror as I lifted the broken machete in an eye level position. Its handle gave up. Libulan came running towards me and peeped from my back “That’s a bad omen, Sidapa!” he exclaimed. Rather than worried, he looked like he was amazed.

Lalong lumala ang nararamdaman ko. Kailangan ko munang magisip-isip ng mabuti. Hating-hati ako ngayon, half of me want to risk, love and fight all odds. But half of me won’t risk it kasi ang kapalit ay napakalaki. Sobrang laki na hindi ko kayang bayaran ni buhay ko. I think, when his mother said that I was a gold digger, that was partly true. And now, I’ve dragged him to my problem. I shouldn’t have done this. It’s all my fault.

I added and he slowly unwrapped the gift. I saw that it is just a mold kit, but when I looked at the moldings I smiled before opening them completely. “These are the moldings of very historic places in our kingdom. Each one of it has a story, Harsha.” I explained and I can see him staring at them with new interest. “I told her generally that you loved when I took you to the tour of the palace asking all the questions.” I mumbled smiling. “Do you like it?” I asked him and he gave a smile at the kit.

I tried to pull her to me as we say on the porch but she sat in her own seat and sighed softly as our friends surrounded us. "Ok guys. I need answers. I don't want vague details and talk of thousands of years ago because I don't think I could stand another headache. I want answers on to what the hell is going on." she explained trying to remain calm but her voice was shaking at the end. "Did Deacon explain what an agapitos is?" Bridgette asked and she nodded her head looking at me. She had to feel the pull, otherwise she wouldn't have become so wrapped up in us. She has to feel the pull of our love and the years in the past we have had with each other.