Romans & histoires Keeper Of The Lost Cities Flashback Fitz Pov

“yes, that one’s pretty fresh,“ I replied my tone lower, “ what about it?” She nodded, releasing a soft grunt, “you know disappointed I was at your clumsiness at the Launch party, you lost a golden opportunity. Breaking Camera? Really Mckayla? That is a reporter’s baby, you protect it with your life.” I nodded, sighing as I leaned back, having had heard it all before. “At least I thought you did lose the golden opportunity.” My eyes snapped up to hers, eyebrows drawing together, “w-what are you saying?” I stuttered, heart ramming within me.

{Flashback} Phillip had been recovering at a steady pace for the past few days. After the initial shock and loss of body warmth, Elizabeth had been monitoring the temperature in the cabin and Phillip's own personal temperature closely for the past couple of days. He'd been improving almost steadily. His eyesight had been badly damaged by the attack. It had partly returned, but she'd warned him it might not ever heal entirely. He could see the major outlines of things, but no detail. He could see the shape of her, but not the features that made her up.

Ash raises his eyes; a glimmer of hope held within them despite all that he faces, refusing to allow the agonising trembles to consume him. “Sam brought us back to the Crescent City,” I glance around when I catch sight of the newspaper covered window hidden behind a barrage of empty boxes, “-back to where it all began,” I swiftly tip-toe towards it, ripping back the dust-covered sheets while I scoff bitterly. To my horror, the street outside appears much worse than it had done the last time we were here. With the nearing buildings appearing just as run-down as this one does on the inside, a flurry of burnt-out abandoned cars litter the desolate street – making the place appear nothing more t

​A strange, unexpected warmth bloomed in my chest, cutting through the anxiety of the impending apocalypse. I was a regressor who had spent five years starving, running, and fighting with that asshole of a boyfriend. But looking at these two dangerous, unpredictable men—men who were ready to spend millions, fortify a fortress, and tear through anyone who stood in our way—a small, defiant smirk broke across my face. ​They were insufferable, shameless, and completely out of their minds. ​But they were mine. ​"Fine," I said, leaning back into Lucien’s side just a fraction. "Then let's go buy out the rest of the city."

He was looking at the valley below us, and his face went pale. "Maya," he said, his voice trembling. "Look." I turned. The valley below was not the one we had left. It was a ruin. It was covered in the wreckage of a city I didn't recognize, rusted metal and crumbling stone, reclaimed by a forest that had been growing for a thousand years. We hadn't returned home. We had returned to the future of the home we had lost.

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.

“Her brother put me through worse. Nico destroyed everything I built, turned my own allies against me, and left me for dead in that hospital. Now fate delivers his most precious possession into my hands.” “She’s not a possession, she’s a person.” Disapproval saturates his tone. “A vulnerable person who trusts you.” Trust. The word sits heavy between us like an unwelcome guest. Through the doorway, I watch Aleta toss and turn in her sleep, and something uncomfortable takes root in my stomach. “Nico made his choice five years ago,” I continue, returning to the fabricated documents. “Every decision has consequences.” “What happens when her memory returns?” My hands still on the keyboard once ag

FLASHBACK “You are right.” He whispered back as he looked into her eyes, confusion flashed through Aracely's eyes “i don't deserve you, you are just too amazing, you are strong, you are a fighter,I watch you and I can't help but feel that I am the luckiest person on earth,you are so pure, And I want to be the one who can love you as much you have once loved” He finished. His eyes watered too, “what if I don't want to be loved? What if— one day you are going to hate me, you are going to disgust me, you won't ever want to see or speak to me, or worse I'll lose you”

But as he grew up, Xiaomi became a bit rude to her, or else he started trying to hide his feelings, which he would not let Ming know. He himself did not know how he became her enemy because of his unsaid feelings. But everything came to a halt when Xiaomi had to transfer to another city. She instantly turned into a quiet person, as he was no longer there to argue with her. However, fate had already planned something else for them. He returned as her boss, working for the publishing company. Yet he failed to win her heart. ................................................ Taking a step back, Cong Rong quickly came back to her senses when she noticed his annoyed gaze.

Third Person’s Point of view "Can you tell me how you're feeling? Are you okay?” Archer asked. In response, Heather moved her eyes around and Archer put her hair behind her ear as she watched. However, the person in front of her did not seem to be familiar with her. When Archer realized that she had lost her memories, he grinned. ~ Flashback ~