Twenty Years Later Novels & Stories

My eyes sparked with recognition. "Your birthday gift, "I couldn't hide my surprise. She nodded. "You kept it all this while?" I was impressed. That gift was from ten years ago. When she had to leave the country because our businesses couldn't work together. Her family was almost wiped out. She walked closer to me, hitting the gun lightly on my exposed chest. "I love it," she whispered. Her fingers trailed down my skin ever so lightly.

The secretary nodded, "Yes. The chairman, he appeared to be of similar age as the chairman." Robert hurriedly walked, and when he impatiently pushed open the office door, both he and William, who was sitting on the sofa, were startled. William slowly stood up from the sofa. Twenty years of time, as if it passed in the blink of an eye. Twenty years ago, those who grew up together, studied together, and mischievously fought together, are vividly remembered. "William, is it really you?" Robert's voice choked up.

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

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life, buried in my system. But I don't know what I want to become." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I think it's too late for me." He laughed at my plight before carefully removing my hands from my face. "It's never too late, Bee. You can't know what you want to become overnight." "But, I will be twenty-five soon. Twenty-five and jobless. Twenty-five and dreamless. Twenty-five and passionless. I don't know if there is a word like that. But Twenty-five and oblivious don't sound so good."

No one wanted to follow a fallen Capo. I shook my head and continued working on the painting in front of me. Darrel turned his wedding band on his finger, a quiet gesture, before offering a comment. "He got what he deserved." I couldn't help but smile. To me, Soren was a lifetime ago. All that mattered now was the brush in my hand. A year later, my gallery had become one of the most renowned art spaces in New York. Darrel's businesses had all gone legitimate. We bought a house on Long Island, overlooking the ocean.

But he'd already fallen in love with someone else. A new friend request popped up on my phone. [Hello, I'm Leo Reed, your Antarctica tour guide!] I pulled myself back to the present and replied. Once I got him to sign the divorce papers, I was leaving.

Twenty years later MIGUEL'S P.O.V I knew father would never forget the case. Twenty years ago, after which, father thought I was the one who said she was pregnant. Umberto was indeed three months pregnant and father spared her to raise the child, gave her twenty years of grace, and now it's twenty years. Everyone was present in the courtroom, just like it was twenty years ago. The difference is that everyone is a little advanced in age. Umberto knelt reluctantly with Ceasor, their son standing beside her. My heart kept on saying they have something up their sleeves.

Twenty years later. Eva's POV. Ethan and I strolled out of the house after I'd begged him to stay indoors with me for the entire week, I could only compensate him by going for a short walk, he needed the fresh air, even if I didn't. It was a serene evening, one that should have brought peace. But nothing about me has been peaceful since the past twenty years. Ethan's presence has been a comforting constant in my life. We shared everything, our thoughts, our dreams, and unfortunately, the whispers that followed me wherever I went.

I echoed, glancing between them, trying to piece together the shift in conversation. Lucas’s expression softened, the intensity in his gaze easing as he looked at me. “Yes,” he said, voice lowering just slightly. “Harry and Ian’s birthday is next week. They’ll both be twenty. It’s… quite a big deal for Harry, not so much for Ian.” The significance of his words hit me, and a slow smile crept onto my face. Turning twenty is a huge deal. Back in Texas, when we—me and Camilia—were in freshman year, we made plans of how we would celebrate our twenty.

Something in her awoke but she couldn't say what it was. Kane only stood frozen on his spot. His body was tense upon locking eyes with Madeline. He eyed her from head to toe and still couldn't believe he was meeting her again after six long years. It didn't look real at all and Kane thought of it as a dream. He saw Madeline hadn't changed in her physical appearance. Her face did mature a little but nothing about her appearance had changed.