Step Into The Past Mga Nobela at Kwento

added Scarlett. "Instead of taking revenge and cooperating with Grazia, wouldn't it be better if they cooperated with me??" continued Scarlett. "What do you mean by that?" asked Alistair confused. "Mr. Alistair, will you come with me back to the future? I know how we can go back to 2022," Scarlett replied, she smiled faintly. "How do you do it, Scarlett?" asked Alistair again. "Sorry, I interrupted your conversation. The method is by casting a spell to open the passage of time, later after you and Scarlett are in the future I will make your souls move to your original bodies," explained Alexis.

School got me busy and I had very little time for writing or even social media. But now I’m back. I already completed Crave if anyone is also waiting for that, and some of you might have not seen the note there, but I’ll complete my stepbrother this June. I’m already rereading the chapters to get familiar with the plot again and it’s been written. Once I have enough chapters that won’t leave you hanging in between (which is very soon. In a few more days I think.) I’ll start uploading them. Thank you so much for being patient with me and for being devoted to James and Elizabeth’s story.

my cousin David said when he saw my fear and I nodded. He opened the door with the lead and as I stepped inside, a sea of negative sensations ran through my being from head to toe. I hated that I couldn't suppress the fact that I felt like the young girl I had more than seven years ago, and the trembling of fear cast a shadow over my body. I walked at a slow pace without stopping to see the state of the property, I didn't want to remember more than maybe I would soon, I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could. I climbed the stairs to the room and noticed that no one was following me, which made me frown. I turned to look at them.

I grabbed it and looked at all the contents on my cellphone. "Did I go back to the past? I've read novels about traveling to the past, or maybe transmigrating, but I think it's all just fiction. However, now I'm experiencing it," I muttered to myself, looking around my room. I was determined to make sure of everything, so I rushed into the bathroom to get ready to go to the office. During the trip to the office, I really felt that all of this felt real to me. Suddenly, I seemed to remember something.

Cloaked and ethereal, the figure seemed to drift rather than walk. "Welcome, Travelers of Time," the figure intoned, its voice a harmonious blend of many. "You stand at the crossroads of destiny." Elara stepped forward, determination in her eyes. "We seek to restore balance. The City of Epochs is at the heart of it all, isn't it?" The figure nodded slowly. "Indeed. But to save the future, you must first understand the past. Be prepared, for what lies ahead will challenge everything you know and believe."

I slip into the past as I take a step. The memory of his fingers wrapping around my ankle has a whimper falling from my lips. With another step, I’m in here. In the present. And with another, he’s yanked and I’m falling. My face hits a step. Pushing up off the ground, I step out of the past. Leaving that girl he’d broken and bruised after he’d dragged her down the stairs. Her screams echoing in my ears as I hit the second floor.

It feels as if I am reminded that this is another thing that I need to overcome. I lead the way in. The way to the past. The way inside, where the bittersweet memories are screaming at me. The house is dark, so I press on the socket on the walls, and gladly, we have about two lanterns that are working. Everything is still in place, covered in dust and sheets, frozen in time. I walk in slowly, my feet dragging as if the memories of this place are pulling me down. Joe follows silently, his eyes scanning the room, but I can feel that he is watching me more than anything else.

Then, in a voice low enough to shake the floorboards: “You let her go… into her hands?” My lips parted. There were a thousand explanations I could give. But none of them made me look like anything other than the villain. I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. He stepped back without another word. The door creaked open wider. I stepped into the past. --- The house was colder than I remembered. Not just in temperature—but in spirit.

There is no turning back now, and we both know it. We step out of the car, our footsteps echoing in the empty street as the house looms before us, silent and imposing. Each step takes us deeper into a labyrinth of mysteries, and as we cross the threshold, we know that there is no going back. I take one last deep breath, my fingers firmly grasping the door handle. What I’m about to discover here, in this house, will change my future. But I have no more doubts. I have to know.

He sits in his parked car absently tapping his fingers to the beat of the song playing from his radio. He begins to imagine what would happen once he steps into the house standing before him. A feel of electric current washes through his system and he comes out of his trans, giving a mischievous smile. After turning off his cars engine, he proceeds to the entrance of the house like a star walking towards a stage for an award.