After Twenty Years Story Novels & Stories

“By the way, your birthday is coming up soon.” The reminder made me freeze mid-step. My birthday? I blinked, trying to remember the date. “Oh. Yeah,” I mumbled. “I almost forgot about that.” I wasn’t lying—I really had forgotten. With everything that had happened, it was hard to keep track of time. I was turning twenty. Twenty years old. It felt strange to say it aloud. Time had flown so fast, and yet it hadn’t. It was as though all those years had slipped through my fingers like water, especially the ones I lost.

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.

TWO YEARS LATER… . . .

AFTER FIVE YEARS @RISHI POV@ it's been five years iam the most eligible bachelor and youngest business tycoon of the country but only thing I hate now is all girls really I hate them most that night I decided not to waste my life for the unworthy people **flashback**

She didn't realize that after all these years, this man was still so cold to her. After all these years, was there really no affection at all? That woman's been dead for almost 20 years, and she's still not happy! Nadine hated that woman so much in her heart! She’d loved this man for over twenty years,she'd gone through all the trouble of marrying him, but he wouldn't even touch her after all these years! Camila turned her head to see Nadine’s gloomy expression, and she also pinch a piece of meat for her.

There once was a beautiful story in every one of them. Diana had left. It had been a decade. Ten good fucking years. He had expected her to regret her decisions, come back begging and maybe, he would reconsider but she had went on ahead to make a name for herself without him in it and was doing just fine. She didn't look aged like he had imagined. She was looking more gorgeous and desirable. She was looking like the model she was.

In the same way, I had predicted though, it was already too late. In less than fifteen seconds, Alice whispered something that I had waited twenty years to hear and nothing came after that. “I love you.” Every single fight I had in me, left. I was sent back twenty years when I was three and would constantly ask her if she loved me. She always waved the question off. Today when she had finally said it when she had finally said what I wanted to hear. I could not help but feel intense sadness.

Everyone who stood by me. "To Seraphina," Maribel toasts. "Who survived hell and came out stronger." "To justice," Marcus adds. "To new beginnings," Eleanor says. We toast. Drink. Celebrate. Ivy asks questions. "Is the scary man gone forever?" "Not forever. But for a very long time. Twenty years." "How long is twenty years?" "You'll be twenty-seven years old. A grown-up." "That's forever! I'll be ancient!" "Not quite ancient. But grown."

Damon glanced annoyed at the talker, making clear that he hadn’t spotted the male holding me. “You know each other?” I asked in disbelief. ”Yes. It’s been-, how long? Around 200 years?” even if Vadas spoke calmly I could sense tension coming in waves from him. He grabbed me so tight that it hurt. Damon was worse, he didn’t try to be polite, smirking in distaste. “Maybe.”, “But I’m not interested in reunions”. He replied frankly, switching his burning gaze to me. “Shall we?” he asked, extending a hand.

Chapter 223: The Return Of Bella Calamida **Christiana’s POV** *******Twenty years later.******* I was no longer the twenty-something who had once stood on a cliff’s edge, debating whether to let despair swallow me whole. I was no longer the woman whose life revolved around revenge and fear. I was fifty years shy of half a century now… forty-nine today, to be exact. A survivor. A wife. A mother. And despite everything, I was still standing.