Twenty Years Later Book Novels & Stories

“You’re not twenty—” “Yet,” I said. “And everyone knows that age has little to do with it.” “It has everything to do with it!” he hissed. “No one feels the mating pull before they turn twenty.” I stared up at him. I couldn’t tell if he was lying or that was truly what he believed. “That’s not what the Moon Goddess books say.” He frowned, “What… What book?” I rolled my eyes and marched back to my table. I pulled out the book from my bag and opened it to the page. As I turned around, I froze. He was pale, staring at the book.

Two Years Later [Travis’s POV] I walked slowly up the path that led to the large, metal prison that had become home. Stopping, I stared up at its cold exterior and found that it matched my interior perfectly. Two years had passed since that night, the night that changed my life forever. Since then, despite searching high and low, travelling across the world more than once, and even seeking the help of the most expert of hunters, there was no sign of her. It was almost like she had fucking never existed to begin with. Hell, if her parents didn’t visit regularly to ask about my findings in regards to her, I truly would have thought that I imagined her this whole time.

I stood by the side of the road for a long time. The clouds were white. The sky was blue. Then I remembered something Mom used to say. "Avery, be kind—but don't be a pushover." Mom, I heard you. Did you see? *** On the flight to Antarctica, I leaned against the window and watched Paragon City shrink beneath the clouds until it vanished into the white. The girl beside me handed over a pack of tissues. "Miss, are you crying?" I touched my face and realized it was wet. "I'm fine." I took the tissues. "Thanks."

“You put whatever you need to on there to make it happen tonight.” The man responded, “Tonight! Then another $1000.00.” “Ok,” he laughed, knowing the man was taking advantage of him. “Two hours, ok?” “Yes, yes, you come back in two hours,” he said smiling and swiping the credit card. Jason grabbed my hand and said, “I’m starving, are you ready for that lasagna?” “Yes,” I laughed as we walked out and back to my condo. “I can’t believe we just did that.”

"Someday—when you're on your knees in front of me, sobbing and begging for my forgiveness, begging me to let you see Ruby one last time… I'll tell you it's too late." I pushed the gurney forward and walked right past him. He reached for me. I yanked my arm free and kept moving. I didn't look back. Behind me, his voice rang out, desperate and angry, "Lynn, you're going to regret this!" I didn't slow down. But deep in my heart, I thought, 'No, Dan. You will.'

he said. "Sophie happened," Elara said. "I got in a cab and found her and made her eat something," Sophie said. "And told her the person who'd said it was an idiot." "Were they," he said. "Categorically." Sophie looked at Elara. "Two years later she published the book that Edward read twice." He looked at Elara. She was looking at her wine glass. "You don't talk about the hard years," he said. "They're over," she said. "What's the point?"

--- **THE END** --- **Epilogue: Twenty Years Later** The letter arrived on a Tuesday, just like all the life-changing ones before it. Keira, now sixty-two, with silver-streaked hair and reading glasses perched on her nose, opened it with trembling fingers. Her hands were still the same, still capable of holding a pen for hours, still marked with the ink stains of a lifetime of writing. Marcus sat across from her, his own hair now completely silver, his eyes still the same sea-glass green that had stopped her heart all those years ago. "It's from Emma," she said, her voice catching.

My fingers tightened on the edge of the desk. It was fifteen years ago. Fifteen years ago my little sister Wynn had sat by the fence in our garden and said those words and turned my life into a nightmare. Was Jilin trying to tell me that these beasts killed my parents? My friends who never had a chance to grow up? That was ... not possible. A rough, calloused hand came over mine. "Shanks." I shook my head, trying to get that memory out of my brain. "That can not be."

she whispered, hopeful for what awaited them beyond the horizon. Book 2 is coming in May 2025

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