20 Years Later Book Novels & Stories

Kellan moved off the couch he was on and came to sit between Jade and me. “You are thirty-six years old, yet how is it possible that you don’t look older than twenty-one? Also, the book you wrote is what caused Cyran to be interested in you. The story you told is something that has happened in the past. Even if you don’t know it, your past memories are just beneath the surface.”

-A long final chapter for the new year? Let’s have it!- ~ ~TEYANA~ •Four Years Later• I adjusted my pen in my hand, letting a small sigh escape as I signed yet another book autograph. My hand ached slightly from the continuous scribbling, but I smiled through it. Today, my viral book “Love And Ruin”—the story of Jeremy and me—had officially become a bestseller across multiple countries. Seeing the lines of eager readers waiting for their copies made all the exhaustion worth it.

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social

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Turning, I saw a tall, imposing man striding toward me with a confident gait. "I'm sorry, are you...?" A smile lit up the man's amber eyes as he clutched his chest in mock hurt. "It's only been two hundred years. Don't tell me you've forgotten your favorite lab partner." Two hundred years ago. The face that had stayed up with me through countless nights in front of petri dishes while developing the anti-sunlight serum finally surfaced in my memory. The name slipped from my lips. "Lucas?" A corner of his mouth curled as he reached for my temperature-controlled suitcase.

Quick note: While the ending of this chapter might seem like the ending of a story, it's not, there is still much more to come. For those who followed the original books know this was just the ending to book 2. There are still 2 more books to go :) Don’t worry, the whole story WILL be completed by the end of the month, I am not planning on dragging it out longer than necessary. *********************************************** Chapter Fifty Seven *** 2 Years Earlier ***

I whispered to myself. I reached my arm into the dark gap, my fingers brushing against cold wood and spiderwebs. I felt the corner of the book and pulled it out. It wasn't the history book. It was a ledger—long, narrow, and covered in a layer of grime that turned my fingertips black. I climbed down and sat on the floor, leaning my back against the ladder. I wiped the cover with my sleeve. There was no title, just a year stamped in fading gold: Twenty years ago.

"I recognized those hazel eyes of hers, as soon as I stumbled upon her, during my tireless investigation in the recesses of the city library," A shiver crept down my spine as his revelation hung in the air, mingling with the heavy silence that enveloped us. The city library, a seemingly innocuous place, had become the stage for an unexpected encounter. Aaron's words echoed in the stillness of the room, their weight settling upon me like a heavy cloak. "I'm not surprised you don't know this," he said, his voice tinged with a mix of sympathy and intrigue. "Because it all happened 20 years ago. Meanwhile, you recently turned 18 and became Alpha."

“Wanna go again?” END OF BOOK TWO

No one wanted to follow a fallen Capo. I shook my head and continued working on the painting in front of me. Darrel turned his wedding band on his finger, a quiet gesture, before offering a comment. "He got what he deserved." I couldn't help but smile. To me, Soren was a lifetime ago. All that mattered now was the brush in my hand. A year later, my gallery had become one of the most renowned art spaces in New York. Darrel's businesses had all gone legitimate. We bought a house on Long Island, overlooking the ocean.