Novel & Cerita Trapped In The Past

Storm I was turning eighteen in two weeks, and when I did, I would find my fated mate, or soul mate in human terms. Josh’s birthday was three days after mine. There was once a time when I was still a kid when Josh and I had been friends. Back then, I had hoped my fated mate would end up being Josh. But now? Now I was constantly worried that in two weeks’ time I’d find out Josh is my mate and just like my mother, I’d be stuck with an unfaithful mate for the rest of my life. If that were to happen, I would be destined to live my mother’s disastrous life all over again. Well, no thank you. Living through it once had been enough.

“Like I’m being torn apart all over again.” Dominic didn’t speak immediately. He just watched me. Carefully. Like he was studying every word, every emotion, every crack in my voice. “I told you before,” he finally said, his tone steady. “Your past is not a crime.” “It feels like one,” I whispered. His jaw tightened slightly. “That’s because you’re letting it control you.” I laughed bitterly through my tears. “How do I not? She’s here. He’s here. Everything is right in front of me, Dominic. I can’t escape it.”

Jake saw the look in her eyes, the hurt, and the anger. And damn did he want to do nothing else but tell her about a promise that a stupid hormonal teenager made to his best friend and then got constantly reminded of it as they grew up. He wanted to open up about a comment that was made by him and a prom date that she had and a wish to take her to prom instead. He wanted to say he knew about the first guy she slept with him and how he punched him a couple of times after school because he wanted to be her first. Yeah, there were a lot of things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. Why? Because he also promised Jay that that promise would never come up, not any time that Jake was talking to Rach

I thought as I got up and began to pace around. Emily can't possibly be Racheal and Racheal can't be Emily because Racheal died and people often say the same thing at times, I should not think about it, I thought as I went back to sit, to distract myself with some thing I began to go through the bankrupt company file and still it couldn't stop me the past from intruding in my present memory. FLASH BACK BEGINS The night where my misery and pain took place on the night of the festival.

The darkness around them shimmered. The orb's surface rippled, and Lyra felt its pull—the temptation to stay here, in the past, where everything was already decided. Where no new pain could touch her because it had all already happened. Where her younger selves still existed, frozen in amber, waiting for someone to witness their suffering. Some players enter their own memories and never come out, the Architect had warned. They become part of the archive. Another orb. Another ghost. She understood that temptation now with terrifying clarity. The past was known. The future was not. Here, in the archive of memory, she was safe from the uncertainty of what waited beyond. Here, she could watch he

Chad informed him with a voice full of regrets. Drake almost falls from his knees from the news. If the wormhole closes, that means that he and Celine are now stuck in the past. They can't do time travel until the wormhole opens. But there's no way he can do something about it now that they are stuck in 2000. "Listen, Chad. You have to use the time machine and get us here. That created the wormhole we used. It may be able to create a new one." Drake suggested.

She could not believe that he had decided to put her in confinement just because Gu Xue’er had instigated him with a few photos. Although incidents like this happened frequently in the past, Gu Xi had come to develop a subconscious fear toward this kind of confinement. On top of that, both of them had already loved each other deeply in her previous life. Now that they were back to square one, she was filled with a sense of heartache instead of frustration. It hurt so much that she could hardly breathe. Indeed, how could she have forgotten? At this point in time, she was absolutely undeserving of his trust! What made the situation worse was that such an incident had occurred after she had mad

But for now, I would simply keep walking, one step at a time. It’s almost laughable, isn’t it? How life has a way of circling back to the very things—or people—you’ve tried so hard to escape. Here I am, trapped in this decaying mansion, with *him* of all people. The irony isn’t lost on me. Memories of the past, ones I’ve buried deep and vowed never to revisit, are now clawing at the edges of my mind, threatening to resurface. But I won’t let them. I can’t. Some doors are better left closed, and some wounds are better left untouched.

Like I’m being dragged back to that moment—standing there, unable to do anything while everything slipped away from me. She’s gone. Not missing. Not coming back. Gone. Forever. My jaw tightens, and I turn away from him, continuing toward the mansion. Jake quickly follows. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to—” “It’s fine, Jake,” I cut in, my voice low. “It’s been ten years.” I pause briefly before adding, “Some things are better left in the past.” Jake goes quiet for a second. “But what if they don’t stay in the past?” he asks carefully. “What if they come back now… in the worst way possible?”

The laughter from just moments ago was gone, swallowed by the dark shadow of a past she desperately wanted to forget. She sat frozen for a moment, staring at the blank phone screen.