20 Years Later Book Novels & Stories

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.

Hello, it's me, the author again. Vanilla has been divided into two parts, for good reasons, I promise, which means this would be Book one. Book Two is five years after Book one and would be posted soon enough. I shall also be working alongside someone so they might be, certain things you wouldn't have expected from me. This is the Excerpt of the Book two. ~ "Thank you." He takes the money with a curt bow of his head, driving out to the road while I adjust my tweed jacket, my eyes looking up at the building with a dome having shiny lights coming out it's window.

Zezi looked at the cover, it was just a black hardcover with 'Time of Darkness' written in a large zig-zag red font. "What is the book about?" "History." Delice shrugged while she picked a book off the shelves, putting another in its place. Wasn't that like, going to mess up the order of the books? She had bigger things to worry about right now though. "How long ago? A hundred years? Two years? A thousand?" "10 years ago was the end of the datk times. It lasted more than that though." With a book in her hand, she started swaying to an empty seat by the window side.

And then even that was gone, and there was nothing but the gray, and somewhere far away, a life that used to be mine was closing over the space where I had been like water over a stone. A/N: Welcome one, welcome all, to the book 2 of Rebirth of the broken Luna. I know I went on a 9 month hiatus, but I am back, and I decided to upload book 2 here making it accessible for old and new readers. Book 1 had some terrible drafts, but I am working to edit on it, but in the meantime, we have book 2. Also, I like to use this medium to inform y'all I have a page in case you are looking for more books that I have written. I will let you guys know the name afterwards, but let's sit back, grab your popcor

It was the sixth day of May, twenty-twenty-two. How did it suddenly become two years later? Just right before my accident, I was with Tyler, and we were celebrating my success after finishing up the first draft of the script. Now, I am twenty-twenty-two. Thankfully, just as I reached the peak of my confusion, Dr Quinn entered the private ward. “Twenty Twenty-two?” Was the first thing that left my lips as I turned my phone to her as if to back up my claim. “How is this possible? How did I end up here two years later?” I didn't even realize my tears had begun to stream down my cheeks.

My entire sex life lasted a year. Now that I’m twenty-one I was fed up. How could I be on the tragedy end of a story. Time to move on. In the meantime, I think I will start reading a new novel. This one looks promising. Its another Alpha king’s mate story. But I can’t start it tonight. Its one of my nights off and a few of my friends are making me leave my house to celebrate my birthday. I turned twenty-two today, in fact my friends say “

***THE END (OF PART 1)*** Part 2 starts from the next chapter. The book is divided into two parts because they're set years apart. Thank you for reading this far, I promise Part 2 will be better.

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LEILA MILLER. It has been two long years since I left my pack but I still remember my way around it, not so surprisingly. After all, it is my home and where I grew up and lived my entire twenty years of life, until I left it two years ago for Matt, way too certain then that I was chasing my happily ever after and that I would have no regrets.

Adam followed and helped her gather her belongings. As he reached for the third book that he saw spread open on the ground, he noticed that the book was somehow familiar to him as he looked at the spine. He slowly picked it up. He looked closer at what was written along the spine, then it started to pull him back again to the memories twenty-one years ago. "Is this your favorite book?" He asked the student. The young girl stopped to look at him after she picked up the last book on the ground. She spent a few seconds to realize that she was being addressed by the famous painter.