One Year After Novels & Stories

NOLAN POV – Christmas, One Year Later I did it. I fucking did it. I found a woman who loved me for me. I raised my daughter who was strong and independent, but kind and generous, and she graduated college and started a job in her dream industry. A year ago, I’d never thought about love and I worried that April wasn’t going to make it through school. What a difference a year makes. A year after thinking I'd made the biggest mistake in my life by sleeping with my daughter's friend, I was back at the cabin, living a life I couldn't imagine I'd ever have, and certainly, one I didn't deserve.

"When she's gone, I'll come back. We'll have the bonding ceremony, just like we planned. We're true mates. Our wolves get on so well. They're inseparable." I sat there woodenly, feeling my eyes sting. It had been five years. I laughed sardonically. "You've only just developed this potion. You haven't even tested it yet. What if something goes wrong? What if I forget you forever, and not just for 21 days? What if it hurts my wolf?" Dylan's finger froze, but he only remained silent for a moment before pulling out the stopper of the tube firmly. There was a soft sound, and the potion glowed a faint blue.

1 Year Later It has been a year since the horrible incident. Mike has done his best to make me forget about everything. He is the best thing I could have ever asked for if not more. We are going strong and as happy as we could ever be. He made it into the company he wanted along with Alex and things have never been better.

As he turned to leave, Mercury whispered to the empty room, ''I don’t know if I can do this. But deep down, she already knew. She had no choice. She couldn't turn back now and one year was still far away. He had told her that they could get divorced after a year. "You can do this Mercury. You can do it." She spoke to herself and let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. Liam stepped out of her room and closed the door behind him. He had investigated her and found that she had really been speaking the truth when she ran into his car three years ago.

“Sorry for the delay in posting again. Many crazy things have happened this New Year. By the way, I hope your year is exceptional and that your story is the end of a dream for me, which I intend to continue for some time. And there's a lot more to come. #2023ComesWithAll”

A Year Later A year had passed, easily and swiftly, as if the ruckus of many months ago had never happened — a year I thought could have gone wrong, that it could have led to disaster after Ralph took me and Zane with him, and afterwards paid an unexpected visit to Aldwin, leaving him with a threat to not just himself but to the empire he holds so dear. I had prepared my mind for the worst that could happen, even if the peace didn't last. But here we are a year later — longer than I had expected — with more peace and tranquillity than I had ever imagined.

I stare at Killian, see the determination in his eyes, and open my mouth to give him an answer. *** One year later. The air smells like alcohol and sanitizer. A big screen shows instructions on how to wash your hands before switching to a news reporter speaking a language I can't for the life of me understand. People are walking past, speaking in loud voices and laughing at each other. Some are pulling wheelies, while others are only here to greet their loved ones after more than a year spent apart. I smile at a couple kissing each other and then stare back into my phone when I catch myself prying.

Fifty-one years of the second life. She writes: The fiftieth was the marker. The fifty-first is the continuation. This is what life after the marker feels like: the same as life before the marker, which is exactly correct. The bowl made correctly, made again. The day after the significant number is not diminished by the number's passing — it is simply the next day, made by a person who has fifty-one years of making inside her.

Doug called from behind. “Uh, nah, I’m good. You go chat,” I said. His hand landed on my back. Warm, steady. I felt it deep in my chest. After months alone, it was like a lifeline. “So,” Doug said, “it’s been almost a year since Carla left. You started dating yet? Plenty of folks here who’d be interested.” I glanced around. Couples everywhere. “Not yet. Got my own crap to sort first.” Doug shrugged. “Fair enough.”

Jess’s POV It had been 1 year since the announcement of Fiona’s death. The day Jordan had broken the news, I felt a mixture of anger, sadness, and satisfaction all at once. Angry because she didn’t suffer for all her crimes, sad because I had just found out she was my sister, and satisfaction because I could finally live peacefully without having to look over my shoulders. “Fiona’s dead,” Jordan had said, and everywhere went dead silent as I almost choked on the glass of water given to me by Chu.