Pasthaunting Stories

Lucius Valencia was the definition of danger wrapped in charm, a notorious heartbreaker since high school, feared for his ruthlessness in both business and love. Love was a game he mastered, never lost, and never took seriously. That is, until he met Alora, the woman who didn't chase him, didn't beg for him, and didn't trust love anymore. Alora Yvette Herrera loved once, and it almost destroyed her. Cheated on by the only man she ever gave her heart to, she swore never to fall again. But fate had other plans, throwing her into the path of the very man she should have avoided. Lucius, the type of guy her heart couldn't survive. He was a storm. She was the calm. And somewhere in between, love tamed the wildest heart.

"Avery open the door!!" Shawn yelled as he banged his bandaged fists against the dark wood door that had been locked from inside of my room. I couldn't let him in. That would be a stupid descision. He'd remind me of how I shouldn't do what I was doing to myself. He'd remind me that it would be okay. And if he tells me that then I'd gain hope. And hope kills people. It truly does. It killed my mom, and the only reason it did, was because of me wasn't it? It was all MY fault.

Beneath the Crimson Moon is a haunting tale of love, obsession, and secrets buried beneath the weight of time. When Evelyn Sinclair flees to the mysterious town of Ravencroft, she hopes for nothing more than solitude-a chance to escape the ghosts of her past. But fate has other plans. Drawn to the decaying grandeur of Vale Manor, she soon finds herself entangled with Damien Vale, a man as enigmatic as the mansion he calls home. Damien is a man of shadows, bound by a past he refuses to speak of and a darkness that clings to him like a second skin. The town whispers of tragedy, of a love lost too soon, of blood that stains his hands. Yet, despite the warnings, Evelyn is drawn to him, unable to resist the pull of something deeper, something forbidden. As secrets unravel and passion ignites, Evelyn must confront a terrifying truth-some love stories were never meant to end, and some ghosts refuse to be forgotten. Beneath the crimson moon, she will learn that love can be both a curse and a salvation... and that some darknesses are impossible to escape. Will she uncover the truth before it's too late? Or will Ravencroft claim her as it has so many before?

Phoenix is my real name, no one knows that. No one ever needs to know because if they do... Then they already know too much Phoenix has lived more than 3 lives, she died, she lived and she fell. She changes her name each time she moves to a new city to keep her real identity hidden from The Endarkened who are always trying to find a way to destroy her. She struggles to fight her past that keeps on coming up behind her, even going as far as to live with her. He doesn't know the real danger he was putting her in until she fessed up, only to desperately try to help her escape back to where she came from.... The Blue. The Blue was ravaged by war so bad that it was the reason as to why she had to leave... but not by free will. Will she find a way to get back to her beloved home up in the clouds? Or will she find that there was nothing left worth saving? --------------------------------------- "You know they say that the people with scars on their wrists are just angels who want to go home?" I rolled my eyes at Orion who was being cheesy as usual, "I do want to go home..." I mumbled sadly as I put the tea bag into my oversized mug, I turned to see Orion watching the reporter talk at Hurricane Dorian. "Orion?" "Sup?" "Deimos... who was he to me?"

I'm walking down the hallway as fast as i can, and it only seems to be making the rage inside of me worse. "IS THAT WHY YOU FORCE YOURSELF TO BE ALONE? BECAUSE YOUR PARENTS DIDN'T GIVE YOU ENOUGH ATTENTION!? WELL GUESS WHAT PRINCESS, WE CAN'T GET EVERYTHING WE WANT!" That. Was. It. That's what broke me, it hit me harder than that bus hit Regina George, and that was pretty hard. "Adeline, I'm sorry I-" It was all replaced with anger as I stormed up to him and punched him straight in the jaw. I guess those boxing lessons my Dad taught me paid off. Before he could fall to the ground, I picked him up by the collar of his shirt. "If you ever speak to me about my parents again," This time it was barely a whisper. I ran my lips against the edge of his ear and felt him shiver, and man.. did it feel good to be in control. "I will make sure the only thing you'll be able to use your penis for is a butt flap to keep the dust out." As i shoved him back to the tiled floor and strutted out the double doors of the RidgeBlock 's mansion of hell. "I'm back, Elizabeth." I knew exactly who's voice that was. It haunted me in my dreams frequently. I was petrified. I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. I cleared my throat, getting ready for the worst. My voice wavered. "Darrel?" {{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{{}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} 17 year old Adeline Pierce, is forced to move from Oregon to Minnesota after losing her Mom and Dad in a tragic car accident. She has to finish her Junior year in a place she's never been before. Nerve wrecking, huh? Not only does she have haunting flashbacks trailing behind her, she has to deal with RidgeBlock's bad boy, Lincoln Black, who has pulled the last straw. Will he save her from herself, or will he be her saving grace? Maybe she falls for him the same way he fell for her?

Zimal Hayaat was only five when her world shattered - her father shot dead by the powerful Italian mafia boss. The truth was buried, the killer vanished, and the child-bride forgotten. Now twenty-two, Zimal has risen as India's coldest, quietest mafia queen - trained for one purpose: find the Italian mafia... and end their bloodline. Meanwhile, Ayaan Sikandar, now twenty-seven, rules Italy's underworld with a smile sharp enough to cut. A playboy. A strategist. A ghost in the dark. But Ayaan carries one secret - a memory blurred by childhood... a tiny wedding... a girl named Zimal he once married. He remembers the name. Not the face. Not the girl. Not the bond. And Zimal? She knows nothing. Not the boy. Not the name. Not the truth that the man she's hunting... is the same boy who once held her hand in a room full of flowers and promises. Stakes: • If Zimal succeeds → she kills her own husband. • If Ayaan discovers her identity → everything he built burns. • If they fall in love → destiny rewrites itself in blood. Tropes: ✓ Mafia × Mafia ✓ Childhood marriage ✓ Husband remembers name only ✓ Wife remembers nothing ✓ Enemies to almost-lovers ✓ Dark romance ✓ Revenge vs Destiny