The Past As Prologue Novels & Stories

That past, those stories came like thorns that hurt everything in their path. “Sweetheart, I beg you so much to pull yourself together. You’re a grown woman, strong and fearless. Lift your head up and let’s focus on the important things and our future. The past is theirs, but the future is ours and we have to live it the way we want to,” Mike told me with determination. “Their past is like a dark shadow for us, meant to destroy our wonderful future that you dream of. Kevin hates us and won’t rest until he destroys us,” I said through sobs.

I think I'm starting to fall in love with you. Without Kenzo and Khanza noticing, someone was watching from behind the wall beside the open door. He — Keanu, was observing Kenzo and Khanza while clenching his fists. His jaw tightened and the next second, Keanu closed his eyes. Beside him, Ven's transparent figure looked just as frustrated. Keanu had heard everything from Ven. All the things that happened to Khanza and their connection with what happened two hundred years ago. “Keanu, I really can't see big sister Khanza and big brother Kenzo like this. I won't be able to see history repeating itself. Because I remember all my life in the past. This is too much, Keanu. Can't they be happy?"

What do you think? I smiled. "You don't need my advice anymore. You're not that kid who needed me to tell him what to do." He was quiet for a second. "I still want to hear it." I kicked off my shoes and leaned back. "Then go for it. Just remember this: the moment you went into that test center, everything you did after that was already leading you here." He laughed, clear and unrestrained. Then he went quiet, serious. "Edmund, thank you. You saved me."

Nicolo was seated in front of Dante and he poured wine for the two of them. They were both chilling in Dante’s office and Nicolo looked around the room with a nostalgic gaze. “It has been a while since I’ve come here. Five years, it’s really not a short amount of time.” He started the conversation. “This room is an exact replica of the one your father had before. Being in here reminded me of my younger days when I and your father would go on various mission together.” He chuckled a little.

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

In her past life, Elara Newman had married Orion Baron, who turned out to be an absent husband. On the day she gave birth, she suffered a severe hemorrhage and lost consciousness. However, Orion was unreachable. After she was snapped awake by the doctor, she had to sign her name on the surgical consent form while her hands were still shaking. When her children caught a raging fever, Orion was still nowhere to be seen. She had to rush to the hospital all by herself, and after three consecutive days of looking after them, she was exhausted and passed out in the corridor. On the day when her parents passed away in a car accident, Orion was still absent. As she returned home with the urn

𝕰𝖘𝖙 𝖌𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖚𝖒 𝖜𝖍𝖚𝖎 𝖛𝖔𝖓𝖟 𝖓𝖚𝖐𝖊. "The past is the past. The future is the future. The Present is who I am now." ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾⋆⁺₊⋆ Prologue| Monstrosity, And Lunacy For Eternity TRIGGER WARNING This chapter contains strong violence, blood, cutting off limbs, and loss of loved ones, which may not be suitable for some readers. Discretion is advised and stay safe. Otherwise, enjoy reading.

"I didn't, for reasons that seemed sufficient at the time and seem less sufficient now." Adrian looked at the book. It was very old in the specific way that very old books looked — not theatrical old, not decoratively aged, but genuinely ancient in a way that made you careful about touching it. "What is it?" "A record," Kieran said. "From before the segregation. Before the wars that established it. From a period when demon scholars were documenting things they believed might be relevant to future generations." He paused. "Some of it is historical. Some of it is observational. Some of it is — the word that gets used is prophetic, though I prefer the word anticipatory. Pattern recognition exte

"The book has been about the past's accumulation. You are telling me it is also about the present's building." "I am telling you the two are the same thing," Caroline said. "The past's accumulation was once the present's building. The present's building will be the past's accumulation. The argument is not historical. It is continuous." Don was quiet for a moment. He said: "I need to write that down."

I was saying and I almost got caught up in the past. “You have told me severally!” Smith exclaimed. “If you continue like this, I might hate that other man and wish to kill him. I want to be the only man in your history.” “I know, but it’s too late already…” I said slowly. Smith held me and made me face him. “Your past is your past but it’s all gone down the drain. I am your present and I will be your future. Focus on me and answer the question…” Smith held me. This instantly cleared my head.