Twenty Years Later Novels & Stories

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

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

On the other hand Thor and I are having a baby, which everyone seems to be excited about it. The secret of the past is buried beneath their hearts. XXX After 20 Years I haven't walked that road in twenty years. Hell, I wasn't even driving a car twenty years ago, unless my grandparents decided it was time to teach their sixteen-year-old grandson how to drive a stick. Things have changed, I have changed, and many more things will change.

The screen behind me goes silent for some reason. “What are you doing here?!” she asks, breaking off the embrace and cupping my face in her hands. “Oh, you still look the same as the last time I saw you!” I nod sadly. “That’s because I’ve been here since then,” I say sadly. “Watching everything play out and not being able to do a damn thing.” A horrified expression crosses her face. “You’ve been here for over twenty years? Why?!” Twenty years. Wow, I’ve been here that long? It felt like just yesterday that I got killed and used as a distraction.

It felt like the room holding its breath because something had just happened in it and nobody wanted to be the one to break it. Helena sat in the chair. Thomas had not moved. The crew had not moved. Somewhere behind the monitor Elena Markov was not moving either. The silence went on for a long time. Then Elena said twenty two years. She said it quietly. Like she was saying it to herself and not to the room. Twenty two years. She said. Twenty two years and that is the one. Nobody said anything.

“Flashback (2 Years Ago)” It was a simpler time for Faith. She had a pretty average life two years ago. She was going to college. She had her family around. She had her friends. She just started working and started becoming more financially independent. She was prioritizing her future. She was doing everything a twenty-year-old does. What she didn’t know was that something else was being prepared for her future. She didn’t know how catastrophic everything was going to become in just two years. People were already keeping an eye on her. They were stewing the worse possible future for her, and one of those people was no one other than Mateo.

“It’s also the anniversary of the original agreement’s signing.” I stared at him. “You’re serious.” “Six days from now is twenty years to the date.” Twenty years. The document under my floorboard, my mother’s handwriting, Sable on the outer east road and the broken window and the wolfbane smell still faintly in my hair. Twenty years of this particular machinery running quietly underneath everything and six days left before it reached the moment it had been building toward. “What do they get if they dissolve the agreement at the anniversary,” I said. “Is there something specific about the timing.”

Time seemed to freeze at that moment. Flora sat blankly on the bed and stared at the man in the wheelchair. For a moment, it felt like she had traveled back to her youth. Back then, she was just in her early twenties. She was a young girl experiencing her first taste of love. The two went from a mutual dislike to later leaning on each other and eventually wishing to grow old together. However, they somehow got torn apart. It was now more than 20 years later that they finally met again.

I tried to listen, but the words came in pieces. Evidence. Testimony. Severity. Death. Rose. My chest tightened. “…the court finds…” “…sufficient evidence…” “…given the loss of life…” Loss of life. Rose was gone. That was the truth of it. Gone, and I had not even gotten to say goodbye. “…twenty years.” Everything stopped. Twenty years. The words did not feel real. Twenty years. I was twenty six. My life stretched in front of me as something empty and locked away.

James moved out six months later despite only being eighteen, setting up near his office so he could work longer hours. "And now we're empty nesters," I said, standing in James's empty room. "We are," Adrian confirmed, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "What do we do with all this space?" I asked. "Whatever we want," Adrian said. "For the first time in twenty years, it's just us." "Just us," I repeated, and felt both sad and excited about the possibility. That night lying in bed in our suddenly quiet house, Adrian pulled me close. "Twenty years ago we were forced to share a bedroom and hated every second of it," Adrian said. "Now we have the whole house to ourselves and I still want t