Past Sins 소설 & 이야기

“You may have gotten away when you raped me, but you will never get away from being the reason why Letty is dead now. Your actions justify nothing, and you can fucking blab all you want— but it will never change the fact that you have earned yourself a spot in hell.” “Now you’ll either rot with all the weight of blood in your hands or find solace in releasing what you know and perhaps then— if there’s a god, he might forgive you.” Finally, he cracked. “The Den of Sin,” he lowers his head and shakes it. It was as if its haunting memory had weighed heavily on his head. “Susan was the one who redirected me to this! I didn’t do anything!” “Like you didn’t.” I gnashed my teeth. “You have blood on

Haunt of the Hills is less scary than the reality that exile sometimes isn’t punishment, it’s necessary. Killian slides his cool gaze from roaming over his people to rest on me. “You do it for her.” I do. “And for us,” he says. My jaw contracts. “Your pack.” His shoulders square, a grimness falling across his face. “Listen, man. The past—it happened. The scars—they’re real. The past made us what we are. It broke shit that can never be fixed. I will never deny that.” It’s undeniable. I live with that fact rampaging inside me, every moment of every day.

they asked carefully. "Of course," Damian replied, gesturing to an empty chair. They settled awkwardly, clearly uncertain of their standing after months of complicated history. "I heard about your release. I'm glad—you both earned peace after everything you endured." They paused, gathering courage for whatever came next. "I wanted to apologize again. For the betrayal, the information I gave Richard, the role I played in nearly destroying everything you'd built." "You already apologized," I said gently. "And you redeemed yourself in the final battle. We're past that."

Taking a deep breath, I fold my arms over my breasts, hugging myself tightly as I turn and begin making my way over to him. I don’t want to have sex with him again… I should’ve stuck to my promise three years ago when I was pregnant with the twins, refusing him to touch me ever again. Maybe things would be different… Maybe, just maybe, I wouldn’t be such a fucking whore like I’m being right now. I just can’t believe only a few hours ago we were making amazing love, breath-taking love in the bedroom. Now I’m here, scared out of my mind to even get within a few feet of this man.

But… that's all we will ever be. I straightened up, not looking back, and walked into the apartment. Behind me, Willow's tearful pleading reached my ears, but I didn't turn around. Some wounds needed time to heal, but some mistakes could never be forgiven.

She also thought about her close friend Imade Martins, whom she had lost touch with over the years. One vivid memory that resurfaced was a heated argument she had with her father. He had warned her to steer clear of a careless lifestyle, expressing his concerns about any tarnish on their family name and reputation. Natasha, fueled by her pent-up emotions, confronted her father boldly, expressing how he had neglected her during her upbringing, prioritizing his business and the pursuit of wealth.

"I don't hate them. But I will never forgive them. The girl I was? They murdered her. That is a fact that will never change." Having settled all these grudges, my mind became unprecedentedly peaceful. Late at night, I finally confessed to Cassian the bizarre experience of my past life and rebirth. "So, you knew Julian would betray you and Giselle would frame you." Cassian didn't doubt my sanity after hearing it. Instead, he hugged me heartbrokenly. "My poor girl, you've endured too much." "I will never betray you." He promised softly in my ear. "Even if time reversed a thousand times, my choice would not change."

he explained slowly as if he was trying not to freak me out. I mulled over his words. ‘A different chance and a cleaner slate to fix the mistake i made before … is that what i have been given? In my past life, i had been killed by the man supposed to love me, a man i had given everything to. He murdered me in cold blood just because he could, and my sister helped him. My trusting spirit led to my demise, and i refuse to let it happen again. I know olpheus is nothing like ian, he is kinder, sweeter and even more handsome, but he is also a man. Will i be making the same mistakes by laying all my cards on the table without keeping anything to myself? Would i be stupid enough to throw myself hig

They were being observed, manipulated, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Inside, the four of them felt the creeping weight of paranoia. Every glance, every hesitation, every half-spoken word carried a thousand possibilities. Trust fractured like thin ice underfoot, and each of them wondered silently who would break first. If the person behind the messages had returned after ten years, if the victim might still be alive, then none of them were safe. The forest had claimed them once before, and now it seemed to extend its reach beyond the trees, into the rooms, into their thoughts, into their very nerves.

The scars of my past run deep, a latticework of pain and betrayal that I thought would never heal. "I thought I had found love with Andrew, but his infidelity proved that I was wrong, again. And then, in a moment of weakness, I made the mistake that would haunt me forever - I slept with my ex-father, Doctor John. The shame and guilt are a constant reminder of my unworthiness, a burden I carry with each breath.