Before Sunset Sequel Novels & Stories

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

I lean my forehead against his. Celeste (whisper): “Promise me.” Remy (fierce): “On every scar I’ve got.” Behind us, Seras’s flames settle into a low, steady burn (battle-ready, not panicked). Holly coughs, still in Malik’s arms, and gives a weak thumbs-up. Vera loads another shell and doesn’t blink. The sun finally breaks over the mountains, painting the valley gold. Thirty-three stolen faces are coming at sunset. We’ll be waiting.

The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!" Chester's mind went blank with a thunderous crash. "What are you talking about?" Seth grabbed the phone and yelled, "You've got to be wrong!" Juliana, shaken by their outburst, her voice quivering, said, "Dad just told me the life-signs chip we put in my sister went dark last night..." The room plunged into a deathly hush. Chester felt his blood turn to ice. "No! There's been some mistake. Tania is still at the casino waiting for u

The gentle hum of the SUV’s engine vibrates through the leather seat as Alek drives us down the winding road ahead. I’m nestled in the back beside Efrem, Tavin maintaining his vigilant watch from the passenger seat. My eyes are drawn to the window, mesmerized by the approaching sunset. The sky is a canvas of deep oranges and soft pinks that blend seamlessly into the approaching twilight. It’s beautiful, yet melancholic—a fitting backdrop given the circumstances.

“She means: you haven’t been forced to burn yet. And we’re here so maybe… you won’t have to.” Aria stood again. Shoulders square. Face forward. Not smiling. Not solemn. Solid. She whispered to Cassian, only for him: “This is where they write the sequel.” He kissed the side of her head. “Then let them write. Just don’t let them erase.” The wind picked up again, scattering the last of the ash across the water. The sun dipped lower. The river shimmered gold. Reza was gone. But Aria? She was still burning.

Louis said to Bridget, calmly. Bridget, Elena and Amanda sat quietly waiting for someone to explain what was happening. “Amanda, you need to see this.” Wright Junior said handing his phone to her to read the news headline. Amanda took the phone from him and read through; she almost dropped the phone when she saw what was written. “Let me see.” Elena said, collecting the phone from Amanda. She read the headline out loud that everyone there could hear. “SARAH BRIGHT COMMITS SUICIDE AFTER LOSING HER FIANCE TO WELL KNOWN ACTRESS, AMANDA UDOH.”

Reiner turned to give me a funny look before he shook his head at me disapprovingly. “You’ll just end up freaking out,” Reiner said knowingly. “Probably not if we don’t go when it’s super dark. If we go this afternoon, we can watch the sunset and then quickly head back. How’s that for a plan?” I suggested without willing to back down. “If that’s what you want,” Reiner replied with a smile. “It’s a done deal,” I declared happily.

After eating an early dinner my best friend and I decide to go out to the veranda to watch the sunset, it's a spectacular scene, something that in the big city we rarely take the time to appreciate. “It's beautiful, isn't it?” “Indeed. I've never before stopped and looked at how beautiful the sunset is.” “Me neither.” We continue watching the spectacle of colors that develops in front of us, not paying attention to our surroundings, until the sound of a throat being cleared startles me, causing me to turn around abruptly. “I apologize if I startled you, beautiful ladies, it was not my intention. My name is Sebastian Dellacasa.” “Don't worry sir, we were very distracted, how can we help you?”

We cuddled together tried to sing each other lullabies before one of us slept off and the other followed suit. ¶•¶•¶•¶•¶ 'Seth'. 'Handel'. 'Arman'. 'Isabelle'. 'Orion'. Stephanie'. 'Usher'. 'Maude'. 'Mimi'. 'Zofi'. 'Those are the 10 hunters taking off tomorrow'. 'They will be dropped at the west of the Carpathian mountains'. 'Alina?'. 'Ma'am?'. Alina stood at attention and I wondered if she was a former soldier. 'Make sure to remind the cooks that the hunters who are going for the hunt tomorrow should be fed 'specially''.

Nathan's POV A call came in almost immediately. The voice on the other end sounded hesitant. "Nathan, when did you get back? You were there for the autopsy. It's been years now—don't you think it's time to let go?" The voice kept droning on, but I couldn't hear a single word. I hung up. My eyes stayed locked on their fading figures in the distance. For three years, I dreamed of Emily Cross every single night. Her eyes, her brows, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye—everything was exactly the same. There's no way I could be wrong.