3000 Years Of Longing Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

, chose to sit on the bench next to hers. Before he can say something, Ami held up a hand,palm facing him. Fidelo stopped himself from asking what’s wrong. They were quiet for a few minutes until Ami started to talk. “You know, she started, “you are probably the first person here I felt comfortable talking with. The masters’ sons are quite friendly and brotherly but there is just something about them being our employers basically that stops me from opening myself up. “ She looked at Fidelo who just nodded and so she continued. “The reason I came here is my disappointment in my bff who I held dear for a long, long time, probably forever. You see, he decided he wanted to get married so his m

She froze for a moment before quickly opening it and beginning to read. [December 22. New Year is almost here, but I can’t find a reason to feel happy. Jimmy has been missing for three months, and my heart has been hollow ever since. Someone from down south called me and said they had found Jimmy. They asked for fifty thousand. I paid them, but after that, I never heard from them again. Joan cursed me again. She said I was wasteful, crazy, and that I was reaping what I sowed. It’s all my fault. Jimmy would never have gone missing if it wasn’t for me. I’m a sinner.] Joan’s throat tightened. Her stiff fingers slid down the screen.

"No, no, just please... make it quick." The clerk worked efficiently, but Anthony had overlooked the mandatory one-month waiting period. "What, a month? We don't need to wait. I want this divorce now." The clerk calmly explained that it was the law, and they had no choice but to wait. Anthony's assistant lunged to stop him in his tracks. "Mr. Harris, we need to find Mrs. Harris first. If you end up behind bars for starting a fight, you won't be able to search for her at all."

The way the Firegate held its fires. The way the lava held its heat. Ancient. Certain. *His.* Neither of them spoke. The archive breathed around them. The amber light warm and steady. The ash-story of a forbidden love pressed into volcanic walls. Waiting three thousand years to be witnessed. By the one it had always been meant for. The daughter. *Finally home.*

“Every time. For four hundred years.” “Until now,” Malek said. His voice barely louder than a whisper. I stared at the crack. At the not-shape, still and patient, four centuries of waiting humming in the air, in my bones, in the mark itself. “If I walk through,” I said, “I don’t know if I come back.” Nobody answered. I looked at Rhydian, Malek, Soren, the three of them standing right at the edge with me. None of the old texts ever drew this moment, not fully; neither did the network. Four hundred years, waiting for someone to finally step through.

“Yes. It’s been a year. Well, it’s been nearly 20 years. I was just wondering, how long you were willing to wait for her.” I look out over the gardens, jealousy of what my father has trying to take root before I pull it back. I have to remember he lost one mate and lived his life alone for hundreds of years. I’ve only been waiting for my mate for nineteen years. “I don’t know, Lady Lorelai. I truly don’t know.”

I asked, unable to mask the curiosity in my voice. "Aren't you?" Alex asked. "It's a story that has been down for generations, and yet, there's so little we know about it. I believe there's more to it than just the myth we've been told. I've been trying to unlock the secrets hidden within these pages for the last seven years." Seven years? I couldn't even imagine his frustration in trying to open it for so long. I looked down at the book cover, feeling a strangeness. There was a connection here... something between me and the book.

But the truth was here in my arms now, breathing against my mouth, and I knew I had been lying to myself all along. Three hundred years was a long time. But not long enough to forget the way her presence unraveled me. Not long enough to stop wanting her like this. Not long enough to make me let go. I would not waste another moment again.

🌸 Opening Part 50—the chapter where reflection deepens and legacy softens. Two years of staying. Two years of honesty, risk, and the quiet courage of people choosing love, again and again. This isn’t a finale—it’s a bloom. Let’s gather petals from every whisper that’s ever dared to be heard.