Twenty Years Later Kindle Novels & Stories

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.

He stared at the photo until the last of his hope crumbled, his body going slack as a low, broken howl of grief ripped from his throat. I looked down at him and returned the words he'd thrown at me when he had all the power. "I spent one extra dollar on medicine, and you had me beaten within an inch of my life. Now, you're broke and finished. What makes you think you get to ask for another chance?" I didn't give him a second glance. I took my father's arm and walked out of the room. A month later, after losing a border war, the Blood Moon pack ceased to exist.

“Child… today I release you. Live, not for him, but for yourself.” Darkness swept me away. When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed. My spirit was unbound, my body whole again. Ten years had passed. I remembered the pain of that day, the way Killian’s face twisted in despair as I slipped from his arms. He believed I had died. Perhaps that was kinder than the truth—that I had simply left him, and everything we were, behind. I had gone where the Moon led me. The next decade became my rebirth.

The moment Niall heard about Cyrus getting discharged, he would definitely come looking for him here. However, neither I nor my son wanted to see him anymore. After simply packing up some toiletries, I led Cyrus away from the home we had lived in for five years without looking back. Cyrus did not even bring along his favorite toy. When I asked him why, he simply replied, "I liked that plushie because it was the first gift that Daddy ever gave me. But now that I no longer want Daddy, I wouldn't want it either." Thus, the two of us left without a backward glance. Finally, I was able to decide on my own.

I heard her sobs on the other line, her grief mirroring my own. "How long?" Dad's voice was a gentle question, his concern palpable. His words brought me back to reality, grounding me in the midst of my emotional turmoil. "Turning twelve weeks now," I answered, my voice thick with emotion. They listened intently, their silence a testament to their shock and concern. "I just found out a few weeks after we came here," I added, my voice barely a whisper. They nodded slowly, their faces etched with a mixture of worry and disbelief.

Twenty years of searching. Finally done. Now we could live. Really live.

Looked out at the waking city. Two hundred and ten years. One last copy turned to slag and sea. Enough.

Amelia's lip parted slightly as different joy was building up inside her, it was an unspeakable feeling. " But miss there's a problem Miss " Mr Jones muttered under his breath. Amelia's face dramatically changed from sweet to sour, like a child who was happy to take sweet but ended up tasting sour. "And w-what is the problem Mr Jones? I think I only have forty minutes to enter the party or else the invitation is going to be invalid right? " Amelia said. Checking the invitation in his hand and the time ,it was exactly the same with just forty minutes left to enter the party or else his efforts would go waste, Mr Jones couldn't help but to shake his head as how celebrities act like God .

Two years ago, a rogue wolf's bullet took my sight. The day I got it back, I couldn't wait to share the news with my Alpha mate Lucian. But outside the door, I overheard Lucian talking with his Beta. "Alpha, the Luna has been blind for two years. Just so you could be with your first love, you used a witch's potion to mask Silas's scent, and then you begged the Moon Goddess to tie her bond to him... Aren't you afraid the two of them will actually sleep together?" Alpha Lucian took a sip of his drink, his voice smug. "Silas has the best self-control of any wolf in the pack. Back in training, he could stay clear-headed even after he was drugged. "Besides, since Leona lost her eyes, she has had

When Wendy Chance's father, Josiah, was rendered speechless, I was the only one he wanted to go to speech therapy with. Every time Wendy and I wanted to go out, Josiah would clutch the corner of my shirt. Once again, Wendy would stuff an unused train ticket in my hand and pat my shoulder apologetically. "Treat my dad well, and I'll make it up to you on another trip. Evan can accompany me on this business trip instead. Don’t overthink this." Evan Striker was the secretary she claimed knew his place. I had collected 27 unused tickets over the past three years. They were from unrealized trips to the mountains, historical towns, and the beach. Every ticket turned into a post on Evan's social