Beyond Ages Novels & Stories

An elderly customer smiled warmly after she recommended a novel. "You always know exactly what people need." Liana smiled politely. "I just like helping people find their next adventure." "If only life were that simple." After the customer left, Liana found herself staring at a book titled Beyond the Stars. She traced the cover with her fingertips. "What if there really are other worlds?" she whispered. Emma overheard her. "Then I hope they have better coffee." Liana laughed again. It was one of the things she loved most about Emma. She always knew how to make her smile.

It didn't last long because Lyla came into the picture, causing Aria to leave with her daughter. “I knew you'd be excited. You have been in the hospital for a long time, so I thought you'd need some creamy goodness” Sebastian says, causing me to chuckle at the last sentence. “Uh… aren't we going in. You've been looking at the exterior for over five minutes and I can't wait to get my favorite, mouthwatering mango flavor. C’mon already.” He whines and tugs at my hand like a five year old, causing me to hold my laughter. I follow him inside the stop, inwardly laughing at the thought of his pack members seeing their alpha whining like a child.

“With who?” “Carolina. They’re going to some kind of—uh, wellness camp. It’s like a self-growth retreat. Yoga, nature stuff. Apparently, it’s really hard to get into. People wait for years.” Kingsley’s mouth twitched. “Where?” “It’s in upstate New York. Private property, secured. Limited tickets. One-month stay. No press, no phone service, no guests allowed after check-in. Like I said, very exclusive.” There was silence for a moment, then Kingsley said, “Get me a ticket.”

"Minnie, don't be like this. Let's talk properly—" "There's nothing to discuss." I turned away, no longer looking at him. "I don't want to see you right now. Please leave." I watched his dejected figure retreat, feeling no satisfaction.

My dorm mates assumed I hailed from some distant town, unaware that my home was a mere mile away. As the distance grew, so did the emotional chasm between my parents and me. I became a ghost in my own family. I pivoted to leave, but Fiona hurried after me, tugging at my sleeve. "Claudia, are you upset? Birthdays are for family time. Put work aside for a while." "I'm not," I replied, my words clipped and emotionless. The room fell silent, shock rippling across their faces. That was because, in my past life, I'd have erupted, yelling, slamming doors, and shattering vases for their attention.

Mia wrapped her coat tighter around herself, watching waves crash rhythmically below. “It’s beautiful,” she admitted. “It reminds me why I race,” he said quietly. She looked at him. “Because of the sea?” “Because of perspective. Out there, everything looks vast. Whatever you’re afraid of seems smaller.” The words landed gently. She knew what he was referring to. Not the divorce directly. But the aftermath. The hesitation in her voice when conversations edged too close to vulnerability. The calculated distance she maintained even when laughter came easily. “You don’t talk about it,” he said softly.

"I can't have a coward for a son. I won't." "Are you kicking me out?" I wiped the blood from my lip. "No." He stayed facing the glass. "I'm fixing you. There is a place for boys who aren't ready to be men. It's called The Forge." "The Forge?" My stomach dropped. "I've heard stories about that place, Dad. That place is a cage. They break people who come there." "Exactly." He turned back. His face was a mask; there was no love, no pity, just ice. "They break the weak parts so the strong parts can grow. You are leaving tonight."

"It's a common misconception that the older one is, the more experienced and capable they are. I have many elderly patients who doubt my medical abilities, and they would always ask who my mentor is." It could be because he had returned from overseas, but he was chattier than I expected, unlike my initial impression of him, which was quiet and reserved. I felt comfortable with him, and we would occasionally exchange harmless jokes. Before I knew it, the consultation was over, and I only remembered the reason for my being there when I felt the pain in my hands. Myles put my hands down and said, "Your bone condition is too serious, and you have problems with your muscles. You need to have a mo