Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

The absurd dream of the past three years had finally come to an end. Right then, a message from Mr. Harper at the branch office arrived. "Iris, the apartment has been prepared early. You can move in anytime tomorrow morning." I picked up my phone and replied, "Okay."

But this t ime for each other. For the life we’d steal back. One step at a time. Into the dark. Toward the light.

On our eighth anniversary, my boyfriend, Liam Daniels, dragged me along to plan his marriage proposal. That exact morning, my pregnancy test came back positive. Outwardly, I teased him for ruining the surprise. Privately, I called everyone I knew to brag. My parents wept over the phone, saying time flew by too fast. My best friend, Mia Kyle, promised to beat him up if he ever stepped out of line. Even my older sister, Sarah Davis, choked up, swearing she would be there no matter how busy work got. On the big night, I wore the white dress Liam bought me. When I stepped into the venue, I realized the proposal had been transformed into a full wedding reception. I watched Liam Daniels

He says, and she smiles. It would hurt her to hear tales from the past, but maybe walking into the past, can help her understand the future better, so she agrees to go out on a date with him. A date of flash back or a dating of moving to the past, to understand the future.

" My eyes flew open to see Sophia standing before me, still alive and breathing. She was wearing an elegant long dress and had her hair pulled up in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy. Even so, her eyes were unable to hide their contempt. The Sophia from my future was mature, cold, and unapproachable, but this version of her was bright and spirited, still carrying a touch of liveliness. A lump formed in my throat when I laid my eyes on her. The time machine had indeed brought me back to the past, but unfortunately, it seemed to have malfunctioned. Instead of returning to when we first met, I had arrived thirteen years in the past, on the day Sophia and I were about to be married. Tha

After a few moments, he opened his eyes again and the scene made him shiver with shock. He's really back, back to the past. Right now he's in his old classroom in high school. He first checks his body and pinches himself if everything is real, and after confirming that he start to appreciate everything. He saw familiar faces, his friends and all. He roams his eyes around but someone is missing, Miya is not here. He felt something uncomfortable in his chest and started to feel uneasy. At that time the bell rings indicating that it is the time for their next lesson. Before their teacher arrives, a girl with a ponytail enter the classroom, she was looking down showing not an ounce of confidence

The conclusion was always the same. What she had in mind to do in order to help Billy saving the company, would force her to take a painful walk back in her past. Stephanie knew that every single word she will say to him it will make her feel like being stabbed over and over again with an edgy, dull knife. Her past was a dark place that she had desperately tried to run away from and move on.

I realized that while I could not change the past, I could choose how it influenced my future. With each stride, I felt a flicker of determination igniting within me. It was time to embrace my history, not as a chain that bound me but as a foundation upon which I could build something new. The uncertainty ahead loomed like a shadow, but I knew that within that uncertainty lay the potential for growth and transformation. With a final glance back, I whispered a silent farewell to the echoes of my past. Then, with renewed resolve, I stepped through the door, ready to embrace whatever fate and time had in store for me.

My wealth began to snowball, growing rapidly. … One year later. On an ordinary afternoon, I drove aimlessly through the city. By some twist of fate, I returned to that familiar intersection. I did not get out. I parked, peering through the tinted windows, quietly observing. Cars streamed by as crowds surged past. Students in uniforms walked across the crosswalk, laughing and teasing in small groups. Sunlight spilled over their young faces, filling them with hope and dreams for the future. I suddenly understood that the one who died in prison in my previous life was not truly my past self.