Four Years Later Novels & Stories

Simon was being bitter since he had a feeling that all his unlucky happenings was because of that baby whom they brought home with his wife. He stare at her wife while carrying Felix. She saw in her wife's face the contentment that it has in her while she was carrying Felix nonetheless the opposite feelings he got towards the baby. He didn't want to take the blame to the baby but he just thought about it. Simon look away and stared at the clear blue sky. Four Years Later. Betty was playing in the garden together with Felix who was already a five years old. He've gotten to remember when he reach his first birthday.

Lyra’s POV After Four Years The flight landed in Yellowknife. I collected my luggage and looked around for my uncle. It had been four years since I left this city, but nothing seemed to have changed much here. I hadn’t returned to Yellowknife in the last four years, since my term break always coincided with Hera’s birthday. My uncle always invited Zephyrus and his friends to celebrate Hera’s birthday, and I had no wish to face them, especially Leandros and his chosen mate.

FIVE YEARS LATER Scarlett’s POV I walked on the pavement with my four-year-old daughter, Emily, clinging to my hand. We'd just gotten back from a grueling job interview and I was extremely exhausted. It's been four years since my stay in New York and I've been trying several means to make ends meet and provide a better life for Emily. The city buzzed with activities and the bright light seemed to mock me as I made my way to a small kiosk, wanting to buy a few toys for Emily.

Chapter 4 Four years later Emily Monroe “We are here, Emily,” I slowly opened my eyes when I heard Xavier's voice, and I looked outside the window. We had already arrived at the auction house. “Oh…” I mouthed, exhaling deeply. It has been four years since I last stepped my foot into this city, and I couldn't believe that I would be here today. Yes, I still had plans of coming back here, but I never imagined it'd be this soon.

‌That ni‍ght, after presents and dinner and stories, after all four kids are fin‌all⁠y asleep⁠, Amo‌n and I collapse on⁠ the couch. “‍We s‍urvi‍ved another year,” h⁠e says. “W⁠e did more than surv‍ive. We thr⁠ived.” “Four​ years since Aya‍n‍a died. C​an you believ⁠e it?” Fou‍r yea‍rs.​ It feels like b‍o‍t‍h y‍esterday and⁠ fo‌rever ago.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

The Offer That Divides the Future POV: Aidan For several seconds no one moves. The star map hovers above the chamber like a silent accusation. The projection of the predator’s artificial world is larger now. Not physically closer in space, but closer in time. The Custodian’s calculations glow beside it. Four years. The number sits in my chest like a stone. Matteo is the first one to speak. “Four years,” he repeats slowly. He runs a hand through his hair and lets out a breath that sounds halfway between a laugh and a groan.

(RORY'S POV) (FOUR YEARS LATER) Four years. That was how long I had been at Yale. And in one week, I would be graduating. I stood in front of the mirror in my off-campus apartment, staring at my reflection. The girl looking back at me was different from the seventeen-year-old who had arrived here with tear-stained cheeks and a star necklace pressed against her heart.

Four Years Later “Daddy, who are we waiting for?” my oldest daughter, Theia, stage-whispers to my mate. I see him glance at me from the corner of his eye and I know what he’s going to do before he does it. He whisper-yells right back. “We’re waiting for Tate if he ever gets his poop together and comes out.” I see a flash of light and I know that Tate heard him. Cayd and Tate have always been close and that hasn’t changed in the five years that Cayd and I have been together.

Fabian’s words hit me like a brick as I stared at him dead-on. “You knew all along!” He burst into wild laughter. “Why else would I call you stupid? If not for the thrill, why would I ever let a loser like you have her? You two have been married for five years. I’ve been playing with her for five years. I’ve worn her out so much that she won’t even let you touch her. Blood rushed to my head instantly. I swung at him, but he dodged it.