The Past As Prologue Novels & Stories

In her despair, she even slammed her head against the wall, yet nothing could stop Sarah from terminating the pregnancy. I don’t know if Sarah ever found peace, but judging by the way she hated the Zieglers, I doubt it. As for me, I had let go. No matter what had happened in the past, I wanted to live fully in the present and cherish the person before me. All I wanted now was to spend every day with Summer, waiting for our little princess or prince to arrive.

After moving to the city alone, I rented a small room near a movie theater and picked up a job there doing odd tasks. In my last life, I loved watching movies. But whenever I suggested going for one, Nathaniel was mostly against the idea. He'd scold me mercilessly, saying it was a complete waste of time. Now, it felt like I was making up for that regret. I practically threw myself into work every day. Before I knew it, half a year had gone by in the city. I'd gone from just another worker doing grunt work to a junior manager at the theater.

And the past was not in the past. Past is prologue. She couldn’t quite remember where she had heard the quote from, but it seemed to be the most on point quote for her life right now. Her past with Justin seems to be the prologue, and their story was just beginning now. Because Justin was surely going to be in her life for a long while now with the news of the baby out, Luna knew that one hundred percent.

The dance was over. The past had woken. And the future had just been set on fire.

However, when she heard up to this point, Sharly's eyes dimmed somewhat. She smiled bitterly and said, "The prophecy that you know is actually only the first prophecy. That gavel had three prophecies." "The first prophecy is that big brother will become the master of this world." "Right now, a small portion of this prophecy has been successfully prophesied. It is on the verge of becoming a reality." The maidservant excitedly asked, "Then what is the second prediction?" However, Sharly suddenly became serious and said, "The second prophecy is more mysterious. The Legal Elder told my brother that he will have a fated opponent rising from the East. In the end, the two sides will have a big batt

How could she not touch Leonida, yet Leonida could touch her? Leonida’s eyes met hers, blazing like twin suns, and in their ancient fire Alice saw hope, and grief, and endless faith. "Thank you, Great Nana," Alice breathed, her voice cracking under the weight of emotion. "Now I know where I must go." Leonida’s face softened. "I trust you," she said, her form already beginning to dissolve, as though the wind had claimed her. "Set your heart in order... the rest will follow." Her final words floated like music across a widening distance. "Make the past perfect, Alice. You were born for this."

“We will secure the present, Audrey. But to do that, we must fully understand the past. And someone else is already searching. We are not the only ones on this trail.” The chapter of our bliss was closed. The next one, written in lines of code and cold iron, had begun.

As we flipped through the pages filled with splashes of color reflecting our journey, I felt a wave of contentment. “Leo, do you think we’ll ever fully understand our pasts?” I asked quietly, my voice barely above a whisper. He paused, glancing at me thoughtfully. “I think the past is meant to inform us, not define us. It’s a part of our story, but not the entire narrative. We’re the authors now; we can choose how we want our story to unfold.” I closed my eyes, letting his wisdom wash over me. “So it all comes down to how we choose to tell our story moving forward?”

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

The puncture site on my arm had been carefully bandaged with cotton. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen. Everyone around me was busy rushing back and forth, and no one noticed that I had woken up. I tilted my head and caught a glimpse of the clock on the wall. Only one hour left before I would be pulled back into the past life. On the small TV hanging in the corner, they were replaying footage of last night's once-in-a-century meteor shower. The meteors were breathtaking, but once again, I had missed it.