Four Years Later Novels & Stories

The subtle shift in his expression mirrored the narrative of the years that had passed, the gap widening between the last shared moments and the unexpected present, leaving him momentarily suspended in the revelation that someone he hadn't seen in four years now sat beside his sister, a surprising twist in the course of his familial encounter. The passage of four years had etched changes into the landscape of my existence, leaving him seemingly bewildered at the unexpected sight. His eyes met mine, registering a mix of surprise and recognition, as if the reality of my presence took a moment to fully settle in. I wanted to give him a wicked smile or sarcastic one but I am too drained for that

Four years later "We should go fuck, I'm horny, " I whispered to Dean while playing with his hair. He chocked on the coffee I made for him and looked at me with those dark lust filled eyes of his. Its been four years since I turned into a werewolf and it's been one heck of a ride.

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.

Not now. Without a word, I shoved past him, bolting for the elevator. My hands shook as I jabbed the button, willing the doors to close before he followed. As soon as they did, I sagged against the wall, gasping for air. What the hell just happened? Four years. Four years without a word from him. And now, out of nowhere, here he was. Why now ? The moment I stepped outside, my phone buzzed in my hand, snapping me out of my daze.

If it meant she lived to see six, seven, eighty years old, I'd do whatever it took. "Four years," I whispered. "Four years," Dante agreed. The countdown had begun.

He crossed the room and touched my wrist. “We’ll figure it out.” he said quietly. For once, no arrogance. No teasing. Just promise. I nodded. Then something creaked. All four of us went still. A beat passed. Then another. Nothing happened. It was just a dry wood. Jaxon exhaled slowly. “We may need several weeks before any of us stop doing that.” “Months.” Calder said. “Years.” Maddox corrected. I almost laughed. I turned my head toward the door. " Let's go. We still have a few thing things to clean up."

A final obsession she couldn’t let go of before she died. But to me? It was nothing but a contract that should’ve ended a long time ago. And now, the seven years were up. Looking around, I realized— there was nothing here worth staying for anymore.

Nathaniel noticed immediately. “I’m sorry,” he said quickly. “I shouldn’t have brought them up.” But it was too late. “I know you’re still not over what happened four years ago.” I forced a faint smile, because he was right. Four years had passed, yet the memory still felt as fresh as if it had happened yesterday. The pain never truly disappeared. It only hid in quiet corners of my heart, waiting for moments like this to resurface. The worst part? They died on my fourteenth birthday.

That was… weird. ~~~~~~~ Now here we were, nearly four years later. About to get married. Maybe I no longer want to ruin it after all.

The two kept quiet along the way as if they were both just waiting to reach their destination. Ten minutes later, the two went back to the bar from before and went into the private cabin. John simply sat down, lit a cigarette, and poured a glass of wine. After a long moment, he finally opened his mouth. “You’ve been keeping in touch with her?” “No. My first time meeting her after four years.” “Where have you been these four years?” “Advanced study, and on a retreat.” John leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, took a puff of the cigarette, blew out the smoke, and asked in his hoarse voice, “She didn’t deny it?”