Kite Runner Sequel Novels & Stories

The impact hit him hard, and he came down with a stroke and had to be taken to the hospital. Joseph sold the house and his bike, then he moved into a rundown neighborhood. I got the news from Kaylee. All I did was grunt. My life was back on track. That past was nothing but old memories that were fading out of my sight. I did well on my SAT and got into Tretoria University with Howard. I went into journalism, while Howard went for computer science. When the acceptance letter came, my aunt was more excited than I was. She held a celebration party at her place. Howard came too. He gave me a camera. "Congratulations, my famous reporter." He smiled.

Dear Amazing Readers, again 😊🤍 If you are here, it means you stayed. You read through the pain, the mistakes, the love that came too late, and you wondered ‘what happens after?’ This sequel is not about starting over. It is about consequences, healing, and the kind of love that must fight its way back from regret. Some wounds don’t close easily. Some apologies arrive too late. And some stories are not meant to end quietly. Thank you for walking into this next chapter with me.

*** The SEQUEL to MY INDIAN WIFE is out now and the name is MY INDIAN WIFE: Love Finds Its Way. Kindly search MY INDIAN WIFE: Love Finds Its Way or click on Author Anika to get the list of all my books. I really wish you all enjoy the second half of Christian and Mishka’s love story and shower the same love and support as you have given to this book. Hope to see you all in the Sequel, which is waiting to be added to your library. Also, I can’t wait to introduce you all to Kiara, Ivaan, Eric, and Rylie (the new cute additions in the sequel)

It is because of all these wrongs that I ran and will keep on running. The safe-haven I call the town line finally comes into view, bringing renewed hope into my being. I take the chance to pick up speed and rush into the safety net. I feel some resistance at first as if some invisible force is trying to keep me out, but I keep pushing forward, and soon I am safely across, relief causing my nerves to settle down. I turn around to face my pursuers with a smug grin, slowly walking backwards as I take in each of their faces.

It is time for the Feral Assassin’s next adventure! Author's Note: I would start the sequel 'His Feral mate' after a few days and it would continue with the new adventures of Kayla and Zane. Please support the book just as you did this one. I would post tbe blurb here once I start the book. Thank you!

Though, for me, it got worse, before it got better. I hope to meet you again in the second sequel of The Journey From Ashes, titled; A Hope Which Springs From Chaos. Turn the pages to read the blurb. Life can be beautiful or destructive if you wish for it. So, wish for good.

she responds “I want you to know that if y’all choose to come to my pack y’all will be under my protection, I can offer you a home that’s the same size as the one you are currently living in if you chose not to live with Beta Ainsley and Nathan, you’ll be able to work if you want and your siblings would be able to attend school, nobody would try to control you and no harm will come to y’all” Alpha Kaden tells her as well and she nods and gives him a small thanks and lets him know she will need to talk to the twins.

Alan patted on Sebastian's shoulder before following Kylie with his signature smirk. One week later, Kylie sat idly inside her father's private Jet. She was flying back to New York after three years. Flashes of her memories rushed back to her mind. This city had given her too much and taken a lot from her too. But this time she was returning with a different name, a different identity, and as a different person. She wondered what would she get this time. She was traveling alone since Alan had gone to New York earlier for some shooting. He promised that he would come to receive her from the airport. So she put out her iPad and tried to concentrate on the new design drawing in her mind.

"So what do you want now?" Their leader, the one who had been speaking till now, said with a predatory smile. "What? The house? Where will I go with my children if the house is gone?" "I don't think that is any of our concern." He said. "No. I can't give you the house. Please. I have two small children. If they have no roof over their head then how will they survive?" "How street kids do." "No." Yonnah shouted as she stood up. "Please. Please please spare us. Pleas....."

Irish began to run, each strike of her foot against the earth, reminding her that she had to escape or face her cruel moment of death at the hands of her mate. After a while of wildly running in no particular direction of the thick forest. Irish rested her back against a tree, her breaths coming out in heavy gasps, her body, moving in synchronous movements, with her barely supporting her body by holding her knees. Her stomach rumbled and she could feel the baby kicking in her womb. Instinctively, Irish lowered her hands to her stomach, caressing it. "Hang in there little one. Just a little bit more. I'm gonna raise you all alone. We'll make him understand you grew up without his help."