Past Is Prologue Book Novels & Stories

I hope you enjoyed the read. I am currently working on a new story, Mine Peaches and it is a dark romance, erotic book. However, I have no idea how much readers would like to read this book. The prologue of the book would come right after this chapter. Thank you once again for reading. 🫶🏽❤️

Hello Dear readers, I want to inform you all about a very important aspect of the book that you need to keep in mind while reading. The book contains present and past scenes parallely, which means the scenes after Raahi running away and the scenes that made Raahi run are written simultaneously. To differentiate between present and past scenes, focus on the writing style. The scenes written in ITALIC font describes the scenes from the past, while the scenes written normally depicts the scenes from the present.

I lay back, staring at the ceiling as if answers might drip down from it like water. I had told them everything. Almost everything, except one thing… They didn’t know that the book had been blank. That the moment my blood touched the pages, letters formed beneath my fingers as though alive. That it had recognized me. That the past I had been chasing perhaps connected to that very book… “I thought I was searching for my past,” I whispered into the quiet. “But… it seems my past is looking for me.” A part of me felt hollow, like a missing piece had been stolen. Another part of me ached with the weight of recognition, like the book had opened a door that had been locked for centuries and I had s

I hope you all will enjoy book two. Don't forget to add my books to your library. BOOK TWO: RETURN OF THE BANISHED ALPHA KING. PROLOGUE WILL BE RELEASED NEXT CHAPTER. BJ

There was a balcony straight through with a rocking chair and a thick blanket draped over the back of it. This will take me forever! Sighing, I started on the left and will work my way around. I soon noticed that they were organized in categories. Surely, prophesies will be under history so I made my way to the history section. I found four books, Prophesy of the 1900’s, Where do Prophesies Come From and What are They?, Are Prophesies Real, and Understanding Prophesies. Looking at the couch, I grabbed the ottoman and pulled it up next to the left side of the couch and made myself comfy. I will probably be here awhile.

Hoping fiercely that they were not involved. With sadness clouding her usually vivid green eyes, Annalise barely spoke above a whisper. "They died. During the rogue rebellions. My parents were warriors...great warriors and wonderful alphas. I was their only child and they loved me." Annalise had to take a gulp of water before continuing. " I was only seven when I was told by their Beta that they had been lost during one of the rogues midnight raids. He took the position of Alpha after that and now his son is the Alpha but he is not good."

No matter how hard they tried, we eventually would find our ways back again. I just couldn't believe that Christian loved the new me (Isabella) because I made him forget about the old me (Maria). I didn't think this kind of thing would ever even happen in movies or books, yet it was happening in my life and I'm the main character of it.

Alma fell silent, still looking at him with a sympathetic gaze. “It’s getting late, I’m going to sleep.” He told himself before he walked back inside the room. Alma sighed as she pressed her hands together in prayer. “That poor boy, I hope he can quickly move on from the past and find his own happiness.” She thought. Back inside the room, Sergio sat on the chair and let Victoria have the bed all to herself. He closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep, but no matter what, memories of the past still came, haunting him.

I could feel his eyes bore into me and his anger and fear burned their way down the bond. "I won't let you-" Erik started. "It's not your choice to make," I said, cutting him off. Standing up, I grabbed the book before Erik could stop me. The book lit up as soon as my fingers made contact. Electricity filled me as the book hummed in satisfaction. "What is it you wish to see? The past is full of history. The present is full of uncertainty, and the future holds great mysteries. Speak my name, my sweet child, open me, let me show you what is to come." Libro Vitae whispered its voice harmonious.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.