20 Years Later Book Novels & Stories

TWO YEARS LATER… . . .

20 years later ***Rowen*** Some times it’s hard to believe it’s been 20 years since I almost lost my mate, my sweet girl, my Chastity. First because of my own stupidity. Second because of a horrible, manipulative female. I can’t even imagine what life would have been like if things had gone differently in any way that day, or any day after that. Sometimes I still kick myself for my own foolishness, and then I am thankful that I got the chance to make it right in every way. Life since then has been as close to perfect as one can get.

On the other hand Thor and I are having a baby, which everyone seems to be excited about it. The secret of the past is buried beneath their hearts. XXX After 20 Years I haven't walked that road in twenty years. Hell, I wasn't even driving a car twenty years ago, unless my grandparents decided it was time to teach their sixteen-year-old grandson how to drive a stick. Things have changed, I have changed, and many more things will change.

I dropped my backpack and sword and went down the small ladder I had found. It was dark, cold, and the air was stuffy, but there was no foul smell, so that was a good sign. The small space stretched for nine feet at least before it widened into a big area. I searched with my eyes for any sign of danger, but there was nothing. I touched the wall to my left and searched for a light switch. I know it was just wishful thinking. There has been no electricity for over twelve years now, but it was a habit that never died. And praise the goddess, there was light here.

Unspoken Truths - Chapter 20 Sareena Gabby and I found a little run-down 24-hour diner and took a seat near the back. We sat and talked, just like we used to. It had been so long since we’d had a moment free of distractions or chaos; just the two of us. I’m going to miss her more than words can say. Around eight in the morning, I dropped her off at home. Just as she got out of the car, she pulled out her phone to text Damian. “Reens, let’s make this one memorable,” she laughed, then typed a message.

With only half a month left before the start of the term, I panicked, not knowing what to do. Even though my father's case had passed the 20-year statute of limitations and didn't actually affect me, the visa officers preferred to avoid trouble rather than deal with it. I sat in my rented apartment, watching time slip away bit by bit. Suddenly, a knock came from my door. It was Horace, who I hadn't seen in almost half a month. He seemed to have become thinner, more weathered.

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"All of them?" "Yes." I carefully unwrapped each box to find hardbound books in them. I laughed out loud, reading the titles. I picked the first one, looking at the erotic cover page where a girl is sitting in a man's lap. He is wearing nothing. "Married to my boss," I read the title. The second one has the hands of a girl, cuffed to the bed, "The Mafia Don's Pet." The other one has a guy with a pack, a body I am so familiar with and the photo I have taken while he was in the gym. "Did you really put this on a book cover?"

And with it came a familiar voice. Not Thomas. Not Elias. The voice belonged to the mysterious twelve-year-old boy. Soft. Calm. Almost relieved. "You finally came... I've been waiting for you for twenty years." No one spoke. The boy's voice faded into the darkness below the roots, but its final words lingered in the cavern. "I've been waiting for you for twenty years." Adrian felt the sealed letter grow heavier in his hand. Twenty years. That was impossible. He had never been to Black Hollow before.

The garden had grown wilder, more established, roots deep in soil that had absorbed decades of conversation and healing. "I got an email today," Luca said. "From the publisher. They want to do a twenty-fifth anniversary edition of the book. New afterword, updated statistics, maybe a new chapter about the policy work." "Are you going to do it?" "I think so. There's more to say now. The houses, Zara, the legislation, Marco." Luca was quiet for a moment. "It feels strange, writing about something so far in the past. Like writing about a different person."