Four Years Later Novels & Stories

Now she is gone forever. Memory after memory hits me until I am so dizzy that I can’t even stand. My legs giveaway and I fall onto my knees. The stranger who bumped into me says nothing. He just keeps walking, not helping me up and not saying excuse me. I know the reason he doesn’t help me, so it doesn’t bother me that he didn’t. Life has made him bitter. He doesn’t care about me. He doesn’t care about anybody. But today is extra hard for him, because it’s been four years exactly since his mother passed away, and I can literally feel his heart breaking as if it were my own heart. I want to shed a tear for him, but when I look up, my mom and three sisters are all standing over me.

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.

4 Years Later Jeremy’s POV I woke up hoping that today would be different—different in the sense that my parents would have the decency not to fight on my tenth birthday. Honestly, I was becoming fed up with the situation at home, it only worsened as the days passed. It was as though the both of them could not bear the sight of each other. They would go many days without speaking to each other and when they did, they spoke to each other in raised voices.

I was four again. And something was coming.

Four Years Later Scarlet’s POV The waves kissed the shore gently as I stood on the balcony of the waiting room, watching the ocean shimmer under the afternoon sun. Its rhythm was steady and comforting. Four years ago, I had told him I wanted to see the sea. Now, I lived by it. A tall werewolf, clad in the royal palace's insignia-marked uniform, approached with a bow. His attire was slightly different from the regular staff, more polished and more commanding. Likely a high-ranking official.

I handed over all my responsibilities to Jace and smiled at him. "When I finish my studies and come back," I said, "let's have a baby." He nodded, eyes warm. "Don't worry. I'll take care of everything." During my years abroad, I cut off all social distractions and focused solely on my studies. I knew that the harder I worked, the brighter our future would be. After three years of relentless effort, I graduated with my master's degree. When I returned home, the first thing I heard was that Lance had been executed.

Reid’s POV (FOUR YEARS LATER.) Four years since everything fell apart. Four years since I first felt the void in my chest...the silence, the emptiness, the ache that refuses to leave. Four years since Karline… cheated on me. I don’t know how to describe it anymore. I don’t even know if I still believe it. Some days I do, some days I don’t. But the pain doesn’t change. The doubt never fades.