Past Lives Couldn't Ever Hold Me Novels & Stories

They had established a certain bond of kinship. "Sherry, please don't cry. My brother has lost his memory, but he hasn't completely separated from the first half of his life. There must be some people in my past who have nurtured me and given me opportunities. I cannot separate myself from the past. If you truly love me, please respect my past..."

He never even bothered to call, text, or anything. Eight years and I got nothing from him. Maybe I should go back to that wild girl that Dwayne is trying so hard to contain. I let her out last night but that wasn’t my intention of getting plastered. I just wanted to drink away my misery. But I failed in that because the minute I sobered up it all came rushing back. There's no way to escape the future, and no way to escape the past. You can try your best to run from the past but somehow it always catches up with you. And there’s no way to avoid a future when your father’s the one who controls it.

“You’d have to see him again.” “My past would slide on into my present, huh?” “Yes.” He touched her lips. “Do you want that?” “No.” “Could you handle it anyway?” “Yes.” “Yes?” “Sam, I have lived long enough to know a few things, and one of them is this: sometimes the past comes back and becomes your present, even just for a little while. It’s rarely pleasant, but if you’re strong and ready, then it doesn’t have to kill you, or wipe out your life, or take your future.”

With a child. A child who would’ve been born that same December. My chest tightens. I turn before I shatter. Walk past him. Past the echoes of who we were. Past the boy who once held my heart and the child he never told me about. I don’t look back. I’ve already done that once

Someone who knows exactly what he had passed through. The silence lingered. Isabella and Kunle exchanged glances. They were having issues with Jordan still lost in his world, only being dutiful. And here is Tina, talking like Jordan. Seems these two would make a great pair as friends. Isabella stood up and went to stand beside Tina, she placed her hands on her shoulders and gave it a soft squeeze. " That's one of those things in this life. But we can't keep living in the past, please don't say that again…" she coaxed.

I turned my head to him. He fixed my hair and caressed my cheeks after. “I wasn’t able to do this before because I’m too cowardly to open the past. I’m too cowardly to accept the things that have happened because I believe that the past should be forgotten in order to move forward. I realized that I’ve been living in a wrong way that’s why I just live in vain. Past doesn’t need to be forgotten. We just learn to live by it. That’s what will make us stronger. That’s how we will learn and not just go forward, but to live a life we wouldn’t expect. ”Elijah,” I called him. My tears are welling up in my eyes.

And while, I was the one making them fall in love with each other, she was the one who ripped me apart from Jaden. "Aubree, please wake up soon. Don't put me through that coma phase ever again. I won't be able to see you like that again." I heard Jaden say and my heart melted yet again. He was here. He was here with me. He was holding my hands and caressing my cheeks, trying to wake me up. Right now, that I had remembered each and every detail that occured within the past ten years. I wanted to be with him, to open my eyes and tell him that I would never let the differences of our past affect out present life. But I guess I was again way too scared for that stuff right now. I wish I did not

He smirks, amusement adding as an effect in his eyes, making them look ‘ Alive ’ if it is the right word for the look in his eyes. “ I mean…What If we didn’t have this past life thing or whatever it is supposed to be called. I don’t even remember anything, but I feel this in my bones and I – I. Would you have loved me if there was no past… ” I begin blurting out all of a sudden, the heat season messing with my mood, but when I get hold of my sane mind, I stop talking altogether. Cain hums, raising my dumbass expectation bar. I shouldn’t expect anything from him…Not even understanding.

"I know you misunderstood me. But what happened because of that misunderstanding—it was real." "What's done is done. You can't undo it. The scars in each person's memory don't fade." "That day in Switzerland was so cold that it finally let me let go of the past." "Zane was the one who helped me move on." "Let's just move forward. Nico, Arlo, Rhett." "We had a beautiful childhood. But from now on, I'm going the way I chose. The way I'm looking forward to." "And I hope—the Nico, Arlo, and Rhett from those childhood days—can wish me well."

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over, as I bared my soul to the stillness of the cemetery. "I miss you so much," I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the quietude of the surroundings. "There are times when I wish I could turn back the clock, undo whatever mistakes I made, and have you here with me again." The ache in my chest intensified as I spoke those words. I tried to summon her image in my mind, but all I could see were fragments of memories, like faded photographs. I knew that life doesn't work that way. Time moves forward, refusing to bend to the whims of our desires. The past remains etched in our hearts, but it can never be rewritten. It's a painful truth tha