Twenty Years Later Book Novels & Stories

An act of anxiousness he couldn't get rid of. All those things happened the day Kauthar came to their home and told him so many hurtful words he couldn't remove from his head. He sought out Bushra to help him and she did give him so many books to which he could only read two of them not having time for all the rest. While he was reading, a sex scene came up making his face heat up at the thought of his baby sister reading such things then remembered that she was married once and most probably experienced all those. It didn't stop him from feeling awkward about the fact that his baby sister read those kind of books. Who knows whether she read them before she got married? The books look pretty

It felt like I had died and been brought back to life for a long time. God didn't want me to leave this world just yet. After my conscience met my mother for the first time, I felt a dream. Some supernatural shit like when a hero failed to save the world, they would meet someone who never wants them to give up and gives a second chance. It seemed like forever, but I finally opened my eyes. It was a blur until I focused on the bright light above me. Was this the light that brought me back?

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

It moves effortlessly, revealing a small secret compartment. I never had the time to empty this out before but now- There are pictures of me and Dad, his notebooks on which he used to scribble. I grab them and stuff them in my backpack. My eyes keep drifting over the place. I don’t remember my mother or my sister. Of Jane, I have a vague memory. When I saw Beth for the first time, I was struck with how much she resembled my little sister, the one I barely remembered. But as time passes by, I find it harder to recall the small things.

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

Twelve years of history, wiped clean. I signed the Pack Severance Pact. Didn't hesitate for a second. At the entrance of the Pack Hall, Callum blocked my path. His jaw was clenched so tight it could've been cast from iron, teeth grinding audibly. "Sera, you're going to regret this." I walked into the rain with a single bag on my back. Everything I owned after twelve years in Blackridge Pack fit inside — a few changes of clothes, and a secret I never got the chance to tell him.

Miguel was sleeping right next to, visibly weakened, which made her add two and two. - What have I done yesterday...- Nadir whispered, terrified. Immediately the images from the previous evening started coming back to her. It was the best and worst night of her life at the same time. Nadir remembered feeling wonderful, but as she looked at Miguel now and watched his horribly weak aura, she felt terrible.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

It's cold, and my thin jacket doesn't do much against the autumn night. It's crazy to think that, less than twelve hours ago, I was actually feeling like a normal teenager. I was on a date, enjoying myself for the first time in weeks. And then the whole world flipped upside down. First with Heather and Alice. And then with the Silver Hunters. Thinking about Heather and Alice still makes me sick. I genuinely thought Alice was my friend. She showed me kindness, took me under her wing when I came to Hawthorn. And then she stabbed me in the back.

The future held unknown challenges and unforeseen joys, but with Princess Golder by my side, I knew we were capable of weathering any storm and embracing every triumph. And so, we remained on the terrace, basking in the celestial glow that bathed us in its ethereal embrace. Time seemed to lose its significance as we reveled in the love that bound us together. In this private sanctuary, we found solace, knowing that no matter what lay ahead, our love would endure. The stars twinkled with an ancient wisdom, their light a reminder of the countless stories that had unfolded beneath their watchful gaze. They foreshadowed the chapters yet to be written, the moments of laughter, tears, and profound