Keefe's Short Story Flashback Novels & Stories

I snapped back to reality and found both Kevin and Ayeesha staring back at me. “Yes?” I answered. “What?” “You just zoned out, i bet you didn’t even hear the question Ayeesha asked you, Are you sure that you’re okay?” He asked with a small frown on his face. “Yeah, i just- I’m fine.” i answered turning away from their eyes, it was nothing to talk about, not here, not right now. I moved towards the counter which was covered in dust and had a bit of a web around it. My eyes skimmed over the broken pieces of glass around and then they met with the print on the wall, the one i saw earlier in my flashback.

But whatever the reason it had hurt me, and I’d been sat mostly in silence trying to stop my tears from starting to fall. Flashes of memory overwhelmed me as I trudged back the way Leif had brought me earlier. He’d told me I could retire to the bedroom and had offered to take me, but I’d waved his offer away and said he should enjoy what little of the dinner was left after Keila’s outburst. He hadn’t looked convinced – but he’d had to play along in front of his mother. I doubted he would have said he didn’t trust his own mate in his home.

FLASHBACK “My parents visited a great fortune teller before and after my birth. They were told the same thing both times.” “What is it?” I asked out of curiousity. “Well... you seem to be too curious. I don't think I want to tell you just yet.” He smiled. I glared at him, “That I'll be a great healer and stuff. I'll probably have some obstacles on the way. My future is not too sure. I have a very long life, but it can be cut short if I'm not careful.” FLASHBACK ENDED "Back then, I did not think much about what he said. Now I know what that means." I said, fiddling my fingers. We are sitting close to Gabriel's ward.

Revenge. FLASHBACK ends... * * *

Flash back Kyunghee was hanging out with his bad guys while smoking a cigarette and playing cards. Today he decided to skip school again because he was lazy to follow the lessons from teacher Park which was always boring and made him sleepy. Kyunghee then took out all the money he had to start betting. And this time he was sure, he would win this bet like yesterday. One by one Kyunghee's friends had their cards in their hands. With a smirk, Kyunghee began to glance at the picture of the card he was currently holding. Then when he was about to show his card to his other friends, his eyes accidentally met the eyes of a young girl who was wearing the same school uniform as him. He began to forg

The first seizure hit Jeff like a truck. He convulsed, foam flecking his lips as his spine arched off the floor. Echo was in his head now, rifling through his memories like pages in a book— —and suddenly, I was there too, dragged into the current— —Jeff at fourteen, holding his mother’s limp hand in a Caracas hospital— —Jeff at twenty, pulling the trigger on a man whose face mirrored his own— —Jeff last winter, watching me sleep from the doorway, his fingers brushing the knife at his belt—

At this hour, naturally, no one was setting off fireworks. "I remember the year you slid down from there," he said, pointing to a small hillside nearby. "You were crying and screaming. I was the one who pulled you up." "You have a great memory." I laughed softly. "I don't remember that." "Is that why, the moment you returned, you planned to stay away from me?" "What did you expect?" I gave him a glance. "Should I wait around to be killed by you again?" Conrad raised an eyebrow.

She might even have gotten me some medicine. “What?” I finally asked. I could not hold it anymore. “I think she is about to start getting flashes,” Alpha Kellan told Beta Tobias. He answered my question that way too. “You mean flashbacks?” Beta Tobias asked. “Yes,” Alpha Kellan replied. “No way,” I said aloud. I had just pondered on his words and realized that the old woman I saw, along with the oppressor and his guards, was nothing but a flashback. “What?” Alpha Kellan asked.

Chapter fifteen Keisha’s Pov “Why don’t you live with your parents, Keisha? He kept asking the same question over and over again. “Where are your parents, why don’t you live with them? Do you still talk with your parents? I start breathing fast and heavy because it feels as if my lungs aren’t getting enough air. Adrian notices and gets up from his chair. “That’s enough, dad.” Adrian said in a stern voice . “I’m just asking her a question, Adrian”. And it all starts coming back. The flashbacks, the pain, what I’ve been trying to forget for the past 8 years, what I’ve been trying to run away from, and suddenly I can’t breathe.

Keith watches with fascination and longing as memory Keith steps through us and goes to a memory version of me. Memory Keith wraps his arms around his Hope, spins her once, laughing. “You came.” “You asked me to,” she whispers. The scene shifts like wind catching smoke. A flash—us building our den together, fumbling with branches, laughing when it all collapses. Another—Keith chasing me through the forest, my heart racing. Another—him holding my face as he whispers, “You’re my mate, Hope. You always will be.” Each moment flickers, fast and sharp, like we’re watching someone else’s memories spliced together in a film reel. My heart aches. I’d buried some of these years, thinking them too swee