After Twenty Years Story Novels & Stories

My screen displays a message. My World: Family meeting at 2 p.m. Strange, why would my little wife call a family meeting, and what exactly does she want to say? I mean, she is pregnant, even though my family doesn’t know yet, but when they see her today, they will know. I mean, her bump is now big. And God, did I mention how good she looks? She is the most beautiful woman on earth. I was afraid to sleep with her, but Camille would always jump on me and do me. I couldn’t allow her to do that anymore. I have just learned to be gentle with time. Camille loves sex, and that baby of ours is making her wild. And I can’t wait for us to carry our secondborn. I looked at the time, and I had just 30 m

Cheryl’s POV – Two Years Later It’s strange how life finds a way to settle into something resembling peace after chaos. Two years ago, I didn’t think I’d ever know happiness again—not after the betrayal, the heartbreak, the distance between Aiden and me that felt like an entire galaxy. But here I was now, standing on the balcony of our home, barefoot with a cup of warm chamomile tea in my hand, listening to the laughter of my daughter echoing from the garden below.

Kachina left me. She covers her mouth in shock. Here she is, pondering for a moment and realizing that Kagan’s story had already begun in the year 2020, together with the mischievous girl, Shanta, which had sprouted eleven years ago.

I didn't dare go home to my family. A she-wolf cast out by an Alpha, pregnant on top of it all — I couldn't even bring myself to look in the direction of my family's estate. Twelve years as a secret mate had left me with no Pack rank, no social connections, and a completely blank résumé.

Two weeks later, the cops found her dried-up corpse in the middle of the street, every last drop of fluid drained out of her body. Our parents, devastated, collapsed at the same time and were bedridden. Without anyone taking care of them, they both passed away. On the other hand, Sion had vanished entirely. Some said that he was irreversibly hurt after failing to acquire a heart, while others said he traveled elsewhere in search of a suitable heart. Either way, I wouldn't get hurt now that I had completely mastered the curse. Meanwhile, time flew. Suddenly, it was a year since I had joined the pack.

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.

She took in a deep inhale as she closed her eyes. “For years, I’ve kept this story to myself. I’ve never shared it with anyone but mum. It hurts me whenever I remember it, but maybe it’s time I said it because how would I heal when I know I still haven’t recovered from the past?” She spoke as she wiped her tears, and he stared at her. “What happened twenty years ago?” He asked her, and she closed her eyes as more tears streamed down her cheeks.

Could drag that boy out of that bed by his throat and throw him through the window he was currently performing behind and let him land wherever he landed. His breath came hard through his nose. His hands pressed flat against his thighs. Twenty two years. He turned that number over in his mind like something he kept expecting to feel differently about. Twenty two years of building everything from nothing, of dragging his name from obscurity into every newspaper in the state, of turning a woman with a briefcase full of ambition into the most photographed wife in the city, of giving her everything she said she wanted and several things she hadn’t thought to ask for yet.

Twenty years later. Eva's POV. Ethan and I strolled out of the house after I'd begged him to stay indoors with me for the entire week, I could only compensate him by going for a short walk, he needed the fresh air, even if I didn't. It was a serene evening, one that should have brought peace. But nothing about me has been peaceful since the past twenty years. Ethan's presence has been a comforting constant in my life. We shared everything, our thoughts, our dreams, and unfortunately, the whispers that followed me wherever I went.

I went abroad for a year to further my studies and kept in touch with my girlfriend, Casey Wilbur, through video calls every day. One day, I saw her first love post a photo with a caption. [We are back together after ten years!] In the photo, my girlfriend was visibly pregnant, holding his arm and smiling sweetly. The post was deleted when I refreshed the page, but I was certain of what I saw. That was her. The scarf around her neck was one I designed myself—the pattern came from the initials of our names combined with our zodiac signs.