I Have Been There Before Novels & Stories

I can't even ride a horse because the horse moves. I feel the surroundings. It's getting darker and I feel familiar to me. Living trees become dead. The surroundings are shady and cooler. I gasped when I remembered that I had been there when I first met Elijah and Stefano. This is the place they went to talk to a magician. This is also where I found Sushi. I never thought I could come back here. "Grandpa, I've been here before." I can't stop saying to Grandpa. Grandfather turned to me. "Really? How? It can't just be entered by anyone." He suddenly asked me.

And so their footfalls became their heartbeat, and their sight became a sense of wakeful dreaming as they were lost in their thoughts. A few minutes later, Sophie couldn't help but wonder, "Sage, have you been here before?" "You seem rather familiar with the terrain." "I think so; I believe I've been here before, but my memory hasn't been a friend, so maybe venturing here again will make me remember."

"Brother Keanu? Bro, why are you in Indonesia?" Keanu approached Khanza and hugged the girl. At his place, Kenzo gave a quick glance and raised an eyebrow. His heart is fine now. Ah, maybe the effect of the existence of the evil being in the class earlier, hugging Khanza from various directions, caused his heart to run wild. Maybe it was because he was tired. "Hm? I dreamed about you two days ago. I had a bad feeling and I flew straight to Indonesia yesterday. This morning, I came straight here to meet you. And my hunch is proven. You passed out again after throwing them out."

Actually, I can't live like this anymore. "Let me go then!" He mimicked, trying to sound like me. "That's not how I sound." I snapped. "Whatever." I turned towards the window and rolled my eyes at him. Well without him knowing at least. Another hour or so passed by while we turned to the woods. And this is going to sound crazy, but I swear I've been here before. The further we went, the more I recognized this place. Once we stopped we came upon a mansion that I'd been to before.

And yet, my chest ached with the crushing weight of everything I had lost. My bare foot sank slightly into the damp soil as I pulled myself to stand, the grass tickling me. I could sense it, feel her presence. I knew she was waiting. I had been here before—this luscious green field, with the softest blue sky and hanging clouds parted by a radiant sun—it was still the same place I had been transported to before.

But it was the type of town that I knew was run by the shadiest deadliest wolves, these were the wolves that ruled the smaller neighbourhoods like mine. I suddenly wondered what happened to my former place, if it was still livable or not. I came to a sudden stop and looked at the building in front of me. I couldn't understand what had brought me back here. The last time I was here was when I met King Jade. What was I doing here again? My legs walked forward over the side, walked through the open gate. I didn't walk into the school no, I went right towards the side of the school, conversations and images I had refused to remember came rushing back

Jaxon What a vacation! I’d been to Italy before of course. Tons of times, in fact. And it was always good. The food, the art, the music, the people. It always somehow felt like home to me. But this time, this was something special. Maybe I was getting soft, but being with Sara made the trip an entirely different experience for me.

When we got to the restaurant, I got out of the Uber, and for a moment, I just stood outside. "Forget about it," I whispered to myself. It was just my mind playing tricks on me. Whenever I was extremely happy, it felt like the past I had left behind didn't want that, and my mind kept conjuring things that would make me go back there. Not again. Never again. I got out of my own head, forced a smile, and began walking into the restaurant. I had been to a lot of restaurants in this city, but I think this one was new because I hadn't been here before.

I didn’t know if the words were meant for her or for myself. Soon, the gates of the Hawthorn Pack came into view. My breath hitched. Memories rose instantly, sharp and suffocating. The last time I had passed through those gates, I had been fleeing away. I had left believing that I will never come back here again. But not even a few months had passed and here I was. I forced the thought down. Not now. The car came to a smooth stop just before the entrance. Figures moved almost immediately.

I understand all of it. Because I’ve seen this story before. I lived it once. I broke it once. And this time, I will help them finish it right.