Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

Nicole 💜 The moment Daddy walked into the house, I could feel a shift in the air. There was something about the way he smiled, the way his eyes lit up, that told me tonight was going to be special. I had been curled up on the couch, watching Pitch perfect, after Despicable Me and Transformers with Gigi and Mr. Oopa, completely oblivious to the fact that he had something planned.

I wanted to end things properly and leave some good memories behind. But I had overestimated my place in his life. He didn't show up until closing time. I sent messages asking where he was, but he didn't reply. The night was cool, and the sky seemed to mock me by letting a light rain fall. I didn't run or hide. Step by step, I walked home. Just like the past eight years, every step felt so hard. Half an hour later, I got home, my forehead burning, my throat sore. Rolf wasn't back, but I was used to it. I just collapsed and fell asleep.

That same look that made my skin hot and my thoughts wander to places they weren’t supposed to go. I didn’t even know him back then. Not really. But something about the way he carried himself quiet, confident, like he didn’t care what people thought made it hard not to stare. I’d told myself it didn’t mean anything. He was my stepbrother now. Off-limits. Untouchable. But the moment I stepped into that house and heard the low, familiar voice behind me, I felt everything crash down again. “Well, well. Look who’s moving in.”

Don't leave after work—go to Chuck's place and set up the computer. I studied the chat carefully. Attached was an installation guide from the store, showing a rendered image of the setup and a custom LED panel. The renders were clearly commissioned by Alicia herself. I couldn't help but smirk. My mother tongue was coding, not hardware setups. I was just a keyboard jockey, not a professional PC builder. After preparing my resignation letter, I headed to the office and submitted it to HR. A wave of relief swept over me. Even the office air seemed fresher.

The world had now accepted them—but that didn't mean it granted them mercy. Beneath the floor, a liquid flowed—though not water, but a swirling essence of memories. Rea glimpsed a scene for a moment: a woman's whispering lips, a child's cries, an abandoned temple... but as she looked away, another vision appeared. The past here didn't live linearly, but all at once, in every moment. And they were now walking through the fabric of that past, like a needle in stitching—only as free to move as needed to complete the trials.

As Stephany walked without looking back once again, she could not help but go back in time. In her mind, chaos were as she tried as much to not show her feeling out on her face especially with Candy.

"Very well. With time you'll take a journey to face and deal with your past. In order to make positive changes and improvements in your life, you must first gain a clear understanding of the mistakes you have made in the past. The watcher waved their hand and the didn't seem entirely physical, a shimmering portal appeared in the front of them. It wasn't a natural occurance but something extraordinary, the portal served as a window into the past, it showed briefs and snapshots from the history that Gabriel and Evelyn had shared together, some of this moments revealed were cherished while others where regretted.

“Stop digging into the past. Stop worrying about things that can’t be changed. Just… trust me, Imani. Let me protect you.” He smiled faintly, and for anyone else, it might’ve been reassuring. But for me, it felt like a cage tightening. I nodded slowly, forcing a small, polite smile. “Okay.” He exhaled, relieved, and brushed a loose strand of hair from my face. “Good girl,” he murmured before stepping aside to let me enter the palace first. But as I walked through the grand doors, my mind was far from calm. I could still hear Stephan’s voice in my head, low and steady.

Stephanie was rooted to the spot, staring at the screen as the enormity of it came down on her. The past wasn't through her. " It had just found its way back in. And down under the dust of the paper, something deadly had been waiting for her to see.

Every fiber of his being was screaming to defend Therese from this evil woman. "If you think that I'm still the same person that you knew...the same person that you spat and trampled on, you're just setting yourself up for disappointment." He stood up and menacingly walked closer to her spot while both of his hands were tucked in his pockets. "The only one stuck here in the past is you." Stephanie relaxed her body and her slender hands brushed up his chest which he quickly dismissed. He grabbed her by the wrist so tightly he was sure it would leave a mark later.