Six Months Later Book Novels & Stories

Dante’s POV Three years. Three fucking years without Julianna were hell. For three years, I had forced myself to bury memories of her in Nevada, leaving the city entirely because even Las Vegas air began to smell like her. I had convinced myself that she was nothing but a mistake from my past. But tonight, with her straddling me in my office, her enthralling jasmine scent was intoxicating me like an aphrodisiac. Her presence shattered those walls I built to keep memories of her back there, locked up in my stupid past. She has been the calm in my life, the only pure thing I had. But now, she felt like a storm I wasn't prepared for, not again, never again.

Forever. End of book 36

Six years later, the FL comes back to the town with two children. 8. She wants revenge on the man who hurt her 6 years ago. Will she find out the truth? If interested, you'are welcome to join the GOODNOVEL WORKSHOP group. https://www.f******k.com/groups/208103447982848 and please send your summary to: workshop@goodnovel.com

*** #Six months later# Six months have been passed. But, time was not the only thing that has changed, besides the time, everything else had changed specially that person who was ideal for his employees. A person, who was cold at surface but quite gentle with his heart. He was someone who couldn't be induced by any physical charm. A person who was decent and very confident towards his ideology. He has been completely changed now.

~Six Months Later~ Samuel As I sit outside, I wince at the sound of Daisy's screams of agony and sigh softly. Knowing this will be my fate in about two months only adds to my growing anxiety over this. As if sensing my nerves and with perfect timing, my pup stirs and kicks me.

Hey Lovely Readers, I wanted to inform you all that usual updates will resume by 20 June. I know it's been some time since I updated this book (Of course, I remember I have this book to write). But, I had my final exams this week. I had no time to write but still I made sure that my other book was updated because I had some contract conditions to fulfill.

Silly things, important things, everything in between. "I like getting your texts," Samuel said one evening. "Even the ones about Luna's diaper disasters?" "Especially those. They make me laugh." "You have a strange sense of humor." "Says the woman who texted me a photo of Isaac wearing a pot on his head." "That was objectively funny." "It really was." By fall, life felt stable again. Not perfect, never perfect, but solid. Riley's sixth novel came out in September. The third and final book in her Vineyard Pack Chronicles. It tied together all the storylines, giving readers the ending they'd been waiting for.

she looked up to smile at me and this close it couldn’t be mistaken that this was definitely Eve. “It was June ‘98” she told me and I clearly didn’t hide my reaction. “Is something wrong?” she asked seeing my expression. I didn’t know what to do. “Um .. no .. not wrong … it’s just…” I panicked, not knowing if saying what I knew was the right thing to do. “Umm… could you make it out to Sarah? Thank you” She smiled and nodded before signing the book and passing it to me. “Thanks for coming!”

SIX YEARS LATER (Allison's POV) As I stepped out of the airport, a rush of memories flooded back, bringing with them everything I left behind in California six years ago. The sights, sounds, even the scent in the air—it all felt just like yesterday. Nothing had truly changed, yet everything had. California had been my home, a place of both pain and love, and while it was a difficult decision to leave, I knew it had been the right one. Moving away allowed me to heal, to shed old wounds, and to reinvent myself in a way I didn’t think was possible. Now, I was here again, but this time as a successful businesswoman who had risen from the ashes of her past.

She finishes the fourth book in March. Not March of the sixty-sixth year — March of the sixty-seventh. Two years and one month from the first entry. One hundred and four entries, shaped into four movements, the final movement written in the last six weeks, with the quality of something that has been building for a very long time and is now simply arriving. The book is called The First Life: What the Practice Earned and What the Practice Cost.