The Way It Used To Be Book Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Then Came You (The Youngers Book 1) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotat

“How does it feel? Being back here with all of them?” I leaned my head against the window and watched the familiar streets slide past. “Like closing a book,” I said. “Not forgetting the story. Just turning the last page.” She reached over and squeezed my hand. “Is it a good ending?” I smiled. “It’s the best one.”

I couldn't take it anymore and quickly shut the copper mirror. When I turned around, I caught Blazewing staring at me with a complicated look. "What's wrong, Blaze?" I asked. Without warning, he pulled me into his arms and wrapped me up with his wings. "Is that how Snowviper treated you in your past life?" So that was what this was—he felt sorry for me. For some reason, my nose stung, and my chest ached a little. In my last life, my parents had always favored Raven. They never cared whether I was upset or hurt. All they ever told me was to give in to her.

In the distance, I could see the outline of the main pack house where I briefly lived after Kael claimed me. Somewhere in that building were my belongings. My mother’s book. The book. The thought struck me suddenly. Did I really want to put the past behind me? Did I want to pretend that the years I had lived before meeting Sylvester, the person I was, meant nothing? Absolutely not.

This time, I was ready for the pain that I didn’t even blink when it started burning. It felt like the times when my father made me hold hot coals so I could grow resistance to them. He was a sick and depraved bastard. The book feels old. The pages are crusty and seconds from falling apart. I bet they only have one more read left in them. And I’ll be glad to offer it.

My dad had been a fan of what I’ve grown into, and he granted me a long vacation after an important smuggling cover job. Italy’s sunny days turned into an overcast drizzle in New York after many hours of the flight. As I landed, Alice and a bunch of my old American friends decided that they were throwing a party for my return. Champagne, cocktails, American junk food, a penthouse at my favorite mansion, they said, “Girl, you’re going to be spoiled so bad you never want to go back to Italy again.” That’s a good time, alright. We were laughing, drinking, dancing, talking to strangers, flirting with admirers and enjoying ourselves. Until Cicio Russo showed up.

As soon as I stepped out of the airport, Alfred, my family's butler, was already waiting at the exit. He took my luggage with his usual respect. "Welcome back, Sir. Your father and mother are waiting for you at home." The black Bentley drove into the inner city. Looking at the familiar yet strangely distant streets outside the window, I once again remembered the days when I used to sketch blueprints in our rental apartment. Back then, Ruby was always dreaming about the capital city of Norcrown.

There is no such thing as a circle of people or a lot of difference from grandma. After seven days, a parcel called Anushka arrived. Everyone is very surprised. She is very excited. This is the first time something has come through the post office in his name. Unwrapping, the book came out. Anushka read the name, 'Letters from a father to a brother.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.