Four Years Later Novels & Stories

Thank God Zion steps in again, smoothing out the tension like it’s nothing. “Sorry if I came off rude earlier, Hayden,” Mom says with a thin smile. “I just want Phoebe to take things seriously… especially since she doesn’t even have a mate yet.” Mate. The word drops into my stomach like a stone. If this is her reaction over something this small, what happens when she finds out the truth? That I have four mates. ** We said our goodbyes not long after. Zion handled everything—Finley left with Adonis on his bike, while Hayden and I rode back with Zion. Honestly, I just wanted to vanish, but of course, that’s not an option.

“When you’re finished.” “Of course,” I say. I say goodbye to Tracy, who eyes me down as she says, “Such a shameless lady trying to seduce my son.” Tate shoots her a glare sharp enough that she puts down her head. I follow Tate down the corridor to the small meeting room at the end of the hall. He holds the door as I walk in. It closes behind us and I turn to face him. “How long,” he says. “Four years,” I say. “Even before the centennial.”

Four Years Later It's been four years, I finished high school and decided that college wasn't for me. I work at my parents bakery and I enjoy it a lot. I thought, Evan, would be disappointed that I wasn't that much into college, but he supported me. I mean college isn't for everyone. As for Lilly, she was under a spell and that's why she acted that way. Lilly is back to her old sweet self and they erased the part where she met Evan. Paolo, made sure her parents and Jaxson know who she was again.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”

She didn’t hesitate. “Four,” she said. That hit differently because the timeline didn’t just exist in the abstract anymore, it aligned too closely. I ran a hand through my hair, stepping back slightly as I tried to process it, not emotionally, not yet, just logically. Four years. That placed it exactly where I didn’t want it to be, exactly where things were already complicated enough. “This is ridiculous,” I said, but my voice lacked the certainty it had before. “It’s not,” Lydia replied.

Four years later Four years had a way of changing things. Edinburgh didn't feel unfamiliar anymore. It felt like home. I knew which coffee shop opened earliest and which bus to take to campus and which professors actually replied to emails and which ones you had to show up to in person. I knew the best study spots in the library. I knew that the dining hall pasta on Thursdays was good and every other day was not worth trying. I had real friends. Isla had kept her promise of being an aggressively excellent roommate and four years later she was one of my favourite people. We had moved out of the dorms and into a small flat two str

Four years. It's been four years since Rhianne woke up from her accident and discovered that she transmigrated in a book. The first year became troublesome for her, but she survived and even made a lot of good memories. Within these years, a lot of good things happened not only for Rhianne but also for the people around her.

4 years later Years later Michael had completed the interior designing course and had joined his father’s company. He might not have a spot in board yet, but he held enough power to make decisions on his projects. His father, Jonathan could not be prouder about his son taking lead in projects and succeeding in them.

one of the men suggested and the other did as asked. "... everyone. It is 10 p.m on Tuesday 14th May, 2021...." I looked at the radio. I couldn't believe it. I had been gone for four years. I suffered in the "safe house" for four long years. I was eighteen now. I was an adult. I thought back to the days when I yearned for this time. For when I'd get old enough to feel like I controlled my life.

Evelyn POV Four Years Later Deep breath in, deep breath out. I forgot how tranquil this place was. This was my first time returning to the lake since that barbaric day four years ago. My first break in four years. Deep breath in, deep breath out. A gentle gust of wind blows a few strands of my hair into my face, momentarily covering my eyes. As I brush the strands of hair away, I watch as the wind causes a small wave of water to crash on the lake’s pebble shore.