Twenty Years Later Book Novels & Stories

A reminder. Then I sat up slowly. Today I was Twenty years old. The thought came without ceremony. No celebration announced itself. No expectation. No pressure. Just the quiet truth of it. Twenty years of it. I had not imagined my life would look like this. I had imagined something far more structured once. Instead, I had become someone who ran. Someone who survived. Someone who had loved and lost in ways I still did not fully understand how to carry. Still, this morning felt different.

TWO YEARS LATER… . . .

My special Dedication to my late father, I lost him while writing this story. All glory returned to the maker in heaven for his wisdom. And my vote of thanks goes to all readers who spend a dime and their time reading it. My love to all of you. I'm happy, you read it to the end Book 2 series is now available and update begins as effective date. What to expect? More suspense and comeback. Best, Star Prince.

I turned to look at Ivana. “I was here staring at it all day, I was staring at it to hear and remember those words she had said to me at the airport and compare it with what she told me yesterday at the balcony…” I shut my eyes and open them up again. “I couldn’t remember all the words she told me yesterday, I could only remember the words she told me 14 years ago.” I look at the necklace. “I wanted to throw it away, but after much contemplation, I figured it all out.” I looked at Ivana and could tell she was curious to know what I figured out even if she doesn’t want to say a word.

Turning, I saw a tall, imposing man striding toward me with a confident gait. "I'm sorry, are you...?" A smile lit up the man's amber eyes as he clutched his chest in mock hurt. "It's only been two hundred years. Don't tell me you've forgotten your favorite lab partner." Two hundred years ago. The face that had stayed up with me through countless nights in front of petri dishes while developing the anti-sunlight serum finally surfaced in my memory. The name slipped from my lips. "Lucas?" A corner of his mouth curled as he reached for my temperature-controlled suitcase.

he said quietly. The moons above flickered faintly. For a brief moment, one of them seemed to fade into shadow. Then something impossible happened. Far beyond the familiar moons, a faint new light appeared in the sky. A small, pale moon slowly emerged from the darkness. Lyra stared in disbelief. “That’s not possible,” she whispered. There had always been twenty moons. Always. But now… there were twenty-one. The strange new moon glowed dimly, almost like a ghost hiding behind the others.

“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

With that I headed to the sleeping chambers. Emery’s P.O.V The last thing that I remembered was the coppery taste of blood and then darkness. In my own mind, I had flashbacks of when I was younger. Memories that I had thought I had suppressed long ago came flooding back to me in an instant. When I was six, I saw me, doing things with my hands, moving objects and blasting things with my mind. It terrified me to the point of where I begged my mother to let me forget what I could do. Even then, I was able to still communicate with others through telepathy. One of my greatest gifts, as my mother had put it when I was older. My mother complied only because even she thought I was too young to expe

“No, I’ve waited two decades for you, just a few minutes are nothing.” She blinked as she took his hand, feeling the warmth of comfort that she never found in anyone else. That was it. This was it. She finally found love the second time around.