After Twenty Years Story Novels & Stories

She was full of joy and excitement, and her eyes glowed with delight. "Um, mom.....I figured out earlier that Aiden is 22 but he set his phone's password as Two, three, zero, two, two zero, zero, Zero, two. I wrote that number down and figured it was a date...um... twenty-third of February two thousand and two. Did something happen in that year that is so special to him?" "Ah, my dear...the twenty-third of February two thousand and two was the day I found my son Aiden in the woods."Her genuine smile made it clear that she meant the words she was saying.

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

She was hearing twenty seven years of abandonment. Twenty seven years of silence. Twenty seven years without answers and right now nothing else mattered.

Her words in the dream echoed in her mind: "When I die, you'll regret all the disappointment you give me. God is just and sees everything you do to me!" Elena fell to her knees, feeling an overwhelming weight of guilt and regret. The tears now were of a deep and ancient pain, a pain that never seemed to completely disappear. "Please, Mommy... Forgive me..." she whispered, knowing there would be no answer. Suddenly, she heard a soft sound behind her. She turned and saw Clara, not as the child she knew in the dream, but as an adult. Clara approached slowly, with a look of understanding and sadness.

"Theodore Mark, If you knew I wouldn't mind telling you the truth. Actually, at that time I couldn't accept your feelings... I did it just for you. let go. Nevermind." Lac Hong Hao took a deep breath, sighed, and raised his eyes to look towards Theodore Mark. Lac Hong Hao let out a long sigh agian. Theodore Mark's face also darkened accordingly. "Do you know how long I've liked you? Do you know that all the things you do basically can't change me? It's been twenty years... It's been twenty years... In your heart. I'm nothing." Theodore Mark's voice trembled. His throat was dry.

As partners switch again, and dad hands me over to Blank, I hear him whisper to the latter, which sounds like, “Let me tell you, Su Pointe, treat my daughter with the utmost care. If you trigger her wrath, you are calling mine as well.” Blank chuckles. “I know that. But it’s shocking that you’re cool with this. How are you not overprotective? It’s unlike you.” “It’s been twenty years, Su Pointe, I know better now.” I can’t help but smile at the convo, even though I was uninvited. As I’m told, a lot of people—known to dad and aunt Mellow—died twenty years ago. Bad and good. There’s my paternal grandpa, who was known as the world-wide bad guy.

I hadn't found a trail. Someone had left one. And for the first time in twenty years... I couldn't tell whether I was the hunter... or the prey.

Her eyes darted to the side, like she was trying to avoid the question. "Are you planning to keep this as a secret too?" I asked sharply. She quickly turned back to me. "No, it’s not that. The place I adopted you from… it was only for twenty years adoption. They told me that after twenty years, your real mother would come to pick you up." My mouth fell open. "What the hell? What kind of mother leaves her child for twenty years?" My voice cracked. "I don’t know much… but I heard she’s back," she said softly.

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.

“Zane, there’s a pattern here. Every occurrence of altering, each torn page—it all began precisely twenty years ago.” I felt a shudder run down my spine. Twenty years is a long time. That number held a dull weight in our history, in spite of the fact that I couldn’t place why. It was before my rule,. “Why twenty years?” I inquired, more to myself than to Iry. “What could have happened back at that point that somebody needs to be buried?” Iry wavered, his look glinting with an implicit proposal. “Maybe… possibly we ought to consider bringing somebody else in.”