Before And After Book Novels & Stories

It was not just the physical pain anymore, but my heart was breaking, too. In the dining room, Bowen was watching the financial news. When he saw me come in, he only looked up briefly. He frowned and said, "You look awful. Stop pushing yourself so hard." I took a seat and said, "I'm fine. Anyway, I want to talk to you about something." "What is it?" He put down his iPad impatiently. I pulled out the documents I had prepared. "It's about our prenup. I want to make some changes."

A file titled “Who Was I Before You?” My pulse kicks up. Is Viola also a fan of the book? I step closer. And then I see it. Character profiles. Development notes. Unreleased chapters. I don’t move. I don’t even breathe. My brain pieces it together faster than I can process it. Viola is Shortstuff002. She wrote Who Was I Before You? The book I’ve been addicted to for months. The book I couldn’t stop thinking about. The book that felt so familiar. The book that, deep down, felt like her.

No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!

The book arrived days later. Not the published copy — that was still two weeks out — but the final proof, the one the publisher had sent for a last check that Aiden had already done and signed off on, the physical object that was not yet the book but was close enough to it that the difference was mostly ceremonial.

And as I stepped under the hot spray, washing away the last traces of my embarrassment, I knew one thing for certain: Nothing between us would ever be the same again.

“Together.” The sunlight streaming through the library windows had shifted to a mellow gold, catching dust motes in the air. We had been here since morning—surrounded by piles of parenting books, notebooks, and scattered sticky notes with phrases like feeding intervals and safe sleep positions. The smell of parchment and tea mixed with the faint floral scent of Seraphina’s hair. By afternoon, we were down to the last book on the stack—its title written in soft silver across the cover: From Pack Leader to Father: Transitioning with Grace.

A date had been written beneath the photograph. The Day Before the First Story. Adrian's heart skipped a beat. "That's impossible." "There wasn't a world before the First Story." Elias smiled faintly. "That's what everyone believes." "But someone erased what came before." The library lights flickered violently. Every floating book slammed shut at the same instant. The White Book trembled. Then... a new sentence slowly appeared. Memory has reached the forbidden page. The Last Editor suddenly stepped forward. His calm expression disappeared for the first time.

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

A smile curved on my lips over the thought. //Peace: The perfect view promised calmness. I expected to see morning coffees and other common relaxing things, but the displayed photographs in the screen indicated that Alyana loves adventure: forest, sunrise and sunset, caverns, old rail roads, scuba diving snaps, and.......endless shelf of books. I paused for a moment, I felt a slight pinch down in my heart. Scanning more on the phone gallery, I noticed an oddly titled folder. //The Best of Me My curiosity ate me up to the core as my eyes took in the overwhelming number of squares flashed over the monitor.

And this is how it should always be. I stopped just right at the front gate of the school when my phone vibrated from my pocket. As I pick it up, a message from my younger sister came. [Carla: Sis! My teacher praised me for having the best and lively introduction in my class. BestSisCelene: Congratulations! As a price, do you want me to buy you something? Carla: Yogurts! Strawberry flavor.] I didn't notice the smile forming on my lips. This is one of the sweetest yet painful things to have once I reincarnated with new life. I pushed back the negative thoughts coming to my mind and replied.