Remnant Of The Past Novels & Stories

Something fragile and uncertain tugs from somewhere deep inside of me. For Gabriel’s sake, I want that we coexist and believe we can make this work. I also do hope that the history Adrian and I share does not have to define our present time. But the past can creep into the cracks within our lives. It whispers soft reminders of all of the things that broke at some time long ago. I cannot try to pretend that everything is truly simple, no matter just how much I want to move forward.

What was said was in the past. “Maria…” “Casey…”

She said, "This provision was for return. But not the sentimental type." Caelan nodded. "Return with consequence. Return with intent." They did not mention legacy. They did not have to. Below, a bark. A passing bicycle. A sound of laughter from the street corner. The world turning, carrying, returning. And within the silence, somewhere, Clause Thirty-Two fell into position: To remember is not to keep the past fixed. It is to give it movement. To remember forward.

Maybe he thought I no longer lived there. One afternoon, after coming back from the market, I finally treated myself to a proper, hearty meal. With both meat and salad laid out, I was about to dig in when a sharp knock came at the door. "Open up! Open the door! Bella, I know you're in there, don't pretend you're not! "I can smell the food you made!" Even though I had long since resolved to let Nathaniel go, those words tore open every emotion inside me. In my last life, I cooked and did all the chores for him for 40 years. And now, in this life, all it came to was going our separate ways.

But even though it's beautiful, The past still lingers on me. To be continued.........

Here's to the ones that we got Cheers to the wish you were here but you're not 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories Of everything we've been through His hands moved to the aux cord connecting his phone to his car to unplug but hesitated to discern the lyrics. Toast to the ones here today Toast to the ones that we lost on the way 'Cause the drinks bring back all the memories And the memories bring back, memories bring back you "Vroom...." Turning to park at his very own reserved spot, the engine gave a dying sound.

Flashback Ends. In the present both the brothers laughed out loudly remembering the past incident.

It wasn’t amnesia all along; I know this fact; it was also the drugs that they gave me when I was captivated. I don't remember much about the times they injected me with drugs, but I know they didn't want me to die, but rather for me to forget everything forever, and it has something to do with our past in India. And it's certain that George and Alex will look into this personally. The way George fought with the men today, I'm sure the accumulation of guilt, loneliness, and sorrow made him the same ruthless man I met years ago. when I used to be "His Enthralled Desire."

Ocean eyes. The kind of eyes that reminded me of someone in my past. Someone who had ripped my heart from my chest and crushed it under his boot with pleasure and mirth. The very person who had played with my feelings and destroyed the slightest reputation I had. Someone who stole everything away from me. My heart. My love. My innocence. My family. My friends. My dreams. My entire life.

’, Cyan spoke with such a straightforward sadness it was if she had given up on gaining freedom. Annalise felt weighed down by the despair in her head. ‘We’re not done yet Cyan. There is still a chance for us.’, she tried to remain positive enough for both. Carefully she picked up her pace, still wary of all the cracks and crevices that were hidden or suddenly opening before her. She came across a narrower ravine that looked as though there had been a recent rockslide. Quickly, she scrambled up the pile of rubble blocking her path.