Before And After Book Novels & Stories

Anna. This person's behavior is out of my reach. He is so.....ummm oh forget it. I reached my place and once I got down and reached the gate I turned back to see that the driver was still there. I got inside and went to my room and when I peeped out I could see that driver still standing there and he left after a while. That's totally weird. I thought to myself . I grabbed my book and started reading it. After some time Margaret came and pulled the book from my head and sat infront of me. And I did not know why she did that.

I opened my eyes to find a shiny knife before me, sending me tumbling back onto the couch in fear. "What's wrong, Lily? Do you want an apple?" my husband, Xavier Henderson, asked. My heart raced—wasn't I dead? Because I kept quiet, Xavier moved closer, still holding the knife. He said, "There's a new coworker who lives in our neighborhood..." I slapped the knife away and frantically inspected my body. And then, realization dawned—I had been reborn!

"And if I find out someone deliberately caused my daughter to fall off that bridge… I won't let him walk away from it." A chill ran down my spine. I silently thanked myself for getting away from Terence as quickly as I did. - I felt a lot more confident about the SAT this time around than I did in my previous life. The vague memories I carried from before made it feel almost easy. Getting into a top university shouldn't be difficult now. Over the next few days, I stayed at my grandmother's house. When she saw the bruises and welts covering my body, tears immediately filled her eyes.

I say. "Yes," he says. "And then the first ordinary day after," I say. "Yes," he says. "Because publication day is the first day of the after. The before was the building. The after is the world having what was built." "What does the after look like," I say. "From here," he says, "exactly like the before looked. The compound. The territory. The south wall. The crew rotation. The courtyard bird." He pauses. "The difference is not visible from inside. The difference is visible only to the people outside who pick up the publication and find the standing invitation and read it and read it again and eventually call."

Dear Beloved Readers, From the very first chapter of Book 1, you took a chance on this story. You welcomed the characters into your hearts, stayed up late turning pages, felt every betrayal, every touch, every whispered promise, and every shattered dream. Because of you—your reads, your comments, your tears, your theories, and your unwavering support—this journey has grown far beyond what I ever imagined. And now… we are stepping into Book 2. If Book 1 was about discovery—about passion, secrets, and the dangerous thrill of love—then Book 2 is about consequences.

Proper editing will be done after the book is finished. I hope you really like the book though. Any suggestions are welcome. Kathy. ***

I really appreciate everything. Well, I have good news and bad news.. The bad news is that this book, HAPPY FOREVER AFTER has ended. And the good news that I have other amazing books for you to read. So you get to enjoy another round of romance and adventure with me.. Lol. Well, the name of this new book is ALWAYS BEEN YOU and if you liked HAPPY FOREVER AFTER, trust me, you'll like this one too.. I also have other books - HER BODYGUARD SILENT DESIRES

How can he waste everything? He decided to leave. " I just need fresh air, excuse me!", he uttered and passed between them. --- Lucy and Gale, we're both quiet. Gale's eyes were studying her movement. He quickly ran to catch her when she suddenly falls while reaching the book on the shelves. They're inside his library and Lucy offered to clean it.

But something about the timing made me open it. One line. No greeting. No name. “You still keep the blue notebook in the second drawer of your bedside table. The one with the broken clasp. In the original timeline you burned it the night before the court hearing.” My hands went still. The blue notebook. I hadn’t thought about it in weeks. It was an old thing from university — cheap cardboard cover, bent metal clasp that never closed properly. I used to write lists in it. Stupid ones. Things I wanted. Things I was afraid of. After I woke up in this timeline I had found it again in the same drawer and left it there, untouched.

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. It was her. Viola. The woman I left behind.