Step Into The Past Novels & Stories

Five years ago, at our engagement party, I broke my fiancee's assistant Richard Greer's nose with a punch because I saw his hand slip under my fiancee Pearl Moran's skirt, groping her right out in the open. Yet when security arrived, Pearl stepped in front of Richard and frowned at me. "Alex, he was just messing around. Did you really have to hit him that hard?" To get back at me for Richard, she pulled strings to throw me in prison. My first day behind bars, I ended up in a cell Richard prepped for me. My ribs were broken in a beating. I was fed spoiled leftovers and forced to sleep on the cold concrete floor. The moment I got out, I boarded a flight to Eldermere without looking back.

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.

It was so endearing to watch and my chest has never been this heavy. I wish my ability can make me possess my past self so I can feel it directly. However, that might cause way more problems and is too much to ask for, to change the laws of nature. The past is the past. I can only bend it so much. “We will learn this step by step and I will guide you,” she explained gently and added, “We have time.” We didn’t. I wanted to scream. There was no time.

She agreed and I could imagine her nodding her head. I smiled though she couldn't see me. "Right. I think I'll visit her tomorrow. See who my stepfather is and all." "That's great! I'm happy you are willing to face your fears. Remember Hannah, your past is in your past. Don't let it cloud your judgment of the future. You will be fine because you are strong." "Thanks, Dr. P. I desperately needed to hear that." *****"*"

You can relive the color of his shirt, the slight frown that formed between his brows; How did you feel that the seconds never passed. That was my greeting to Bradley, a slight intervention in his routine. Like in the movie « Back to the Future », when Marty tried to change his life by buying the almanac that would make him a millionaire. It was an intervention that remained in his past, because at the end of the day he had to go back and fix it, but, my point is, that event would remain solely in Marty's memory; just as it would be in Bradley's that a random girl greeted him before an event.

Each step felt heavier than the last, like the house itself was trying to push me back out. When I reached my door, I slipped inside and closed it behind me. The moment it clicked shut, I locked it. I didn’t waste time standing around. I crossed the room, pulled out the small velvet journal from my vanity drawer, and sat on my bed. My fingers trembled as I undid the silver clasp and opened to the first blank page. The words poured out before I even knew what I was writing. Time travel? How did I return to the past? How do I prevent my fate?

“Go home, Emma.” Emma clenched her fists, turned on her heel, and stormed off. I watched as my younger self sighed heavily, rubbing her face before pulling out her phone. Apollo whispered beside me, “Now’s your chance.” I swallowed my fear and stepped forward. Younger Mia glanced at me, her expression unreadable. “Do I know you?” I forced a smile. “No, but I know you.” She frowned. “That’s creepy. What do you want?” I hesitated. How do you talk to your past self without sounding insane?

He cried, begged for forgiveness, said he knew he'd made mistakes, and promised to change. But I'd already lost all hope in him. His tears and remorse could never undo the damage he'd done. Eventually, I grew tired of his constant pestering. I moved to a neighboring state and disappeared from his life for good. A brand new life in a brand new city. I put my past behind me and threw myself into work. I started my own company. With the money from selling my patent and the settlement from my father-in-law, the business took off quickly. The next time I crossed paths with Huxley was in my father-in-law's hospital room.

As he left the room, the three men turned their full attention to me. The tattooed one leaned closer, voice low and smooth. “So… how long have you been fucking your stepdad?” The question hit me like a slap. I sat there, surrounded by strangers, heart pounding, body aching, and realized I was moving right on the edge of something I might never come back from. Upstairs, I heard footsteps. Chloe was moving around. And downstairs, three men were waiting for my answer.

Then when we reached the ground floor, we stepped out of the elevator and I glanced at the way where the kitchen was, and there was a tiny hope in me that she'd not too bothered about what we talked and would be making some pancakes for Chloe as usual. But I knew.. it was too much to hope as I hurt her for loving a cowardice and insecure person who was scared to admit his real feelings. "Sir?" Hayden snapped me out of my trance and I nodded, walking towards the car-park and unlocked the car and got into the driver seat while Hayden sat on the passenger seat, buckling up his seat belts. I put the key in the ignition and started the engine, focusing my gaze ahead. If I could go back in time an