20 Years Later Book Novels & Stories

There was only one way she could return which was the door, so I shut and bolted it which gave me some confidence on the task ahead. The book, as I had already examined was a thick volume, brown at the corners, indicating the age of the pages, I could easily backdate them to about sixteen years ago, around the time I was born. The cover had no caption, but on the inner leaf where the words in coarse writing: “The Life of Veronica” For her daughters Lettie and May.

Cassius said with a smirk, likely mistaking my gaze on the bookshelves as me restraining myself from browsing them. Despite not feeling as enthusiastic as he assumed, I still went for the books. I let my hands trail across the spine of the books, stopping on the thickest one. I carefully pulled it out, afraid to even scratch the cover. “That’s the novel section of the books. There’s really no title on the cover because it’s printed on the first page,” Cassius explained from his bean bag. I nodded at his explanation and opened the book. My heart nearly dropped upon reading the title. Was this just a coincidence? Written in an elegant font was ‘The Second Time Around: Chronicles of Ava Midgen’

Jacob smiled with a sympathetic look in his eyes as he slowly said, “ It has been seven years Levy, times have changed. The things that were here seven years ago are no longer here.” That’s right, it has been seven years ever since she last visited that library most probably it was boarded by now and might have a bunch of termites singing hallelujah within its wall.

1) The original title was “Winning the Luna’s Heart” and it’s a little obvious why I changed it ;) 2) I started and finished the book when I was 16 (2019) on w*****d but took it down cuz it was a little cringe. It was only this year (2022) that I got a proper editor and made a lot of great changes

“Oh come on! You’ve had history at school, same as everyone else! Surely you must have been expecting it?” I’m thrown by that one. “Why would I possibly have been expecting it?” “Oh my goddess, Alicia! If you maybe took half an interest in our kingdom, you’d be more informed. It’s been 200 years! It’s time for the next bride swap, and… duh! There are only two princesses who are eligible for it.” Wtf? Bride swap? I vaguely remember something about the 200-year bride swap being taught as part of our history lessons as I wrestle the Long Island Iced Tea back out of Darren’s clutches. He is looking at me like I’m a simpleton he needs to educate.

The compass still rested exactly where she had left it. "The city is talking." "It always does." "You posted about the coffee." "You made me coffee." For the first time that week, the restraint slipped. A genuine smile appeared. Small but unmistakable. He sat down and turned the book over in his hands. "First edition." "Nineteen sixty two. The chapter on supply chains still holds up." "You really read it." "I notice things." Silence settled comfortably between them. Then he looked up. "Monday." "Monday."

In my case, traveling to another body of a different time was a big box of mystery. To decades ago, I wanted to be the most popular writer even after ages will wilt off. Researching too much and filling my brain with facts and ideas, I didn't even enjoyed my school life, because every now and then, acceleration program will always be on my side. I never thought that environment, almost everything, would change highly in just the interval of twenty years. I saw random names of writers and scientists that I never knew before, I flipped another page on the book on Alyana's desk entitled "Famous People: Their Fields and Experties" published May 18, 2010. Swinging my feet while focused on the boo

AUTHOR'S NOTE: BOOK THREE WILL BE AVAILABLE IN SEPTEMBER. TITLED 'LOVELY IMPERFECTIONS, ' IT'S A STAND-ALONE BOOK ABOUT NATHAN AND THE GIRL HE FALLS IN LOVE WITH. 💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨ Sophie (10 years later, June 18th) I stood at my kitchen island, finishing the last touches on my baby's cupcakes. It was his birthday today, finally turning five years old.

“We met as Level Ones and were together till she decided to leave the camp.” A strange, unsettling sensation grips me. “So, you broke up because she was leaving.” “Well,” Jesse looks uneasy, “I mean – I asked her to choose, and she chose to go so we ended things.” “This was-?” “A year ago.” My chest tightens. “That’s not a lot of time-“

TWO YEARS LATER… . . .