3000 Years Of Longing Book Novelas e Histórias

Un‍til the per‌fect vessel is born. ‌I coul⁠dn’t breathe right.‌ She will be my d‍escendant. My bloodli​ne. Born of three father⁠s lik​e I was denied. Stro‍ng enough to hold my power. Young enough to sh⁠ape. I will wait. I will plan. The book slipped from my hands. Hit the table with a sound⁠ too loud for the quiet room. “She planned this.” The wor‌ds felt wrong in my mouth.‍ Like they didn’t belong to me. “For two hundred years. She waited fo‍r me.”

"He swore vengeance. Spent centuries hunting her. Then she was banished and he had nothing left to hunt." "So he locked himself away," I said. "And waited." He was quiet for a moment. "I spent forty years under his control. His voice in my head. His hunger as my hunger." A pause. "And underneath all of it, buried deep—his grief. Every single moment for three thousand years." Silence filled the car. We drove another hour through mountain passes. Trees pressing close until the road felt like a tunnel. The road ended. Just ended. A wall of trees with no path forward.

And in the house on Calloway Street a closed laptop held a hundred and one pages that were about to become what they had always been building toward, which was not a book exactly but the human record of a story that had begun before either of its central people existed and had arrived, through thirty years of people trusting the long version, at this bench, this morning, this ordinary Tuesday in the year everything became what it was always going to be. Complete. And continuing. Both. Always both.

The moment he answered the call, his entire face softened. It was the same look he used to give me when we were dating. By the time I finished packing, he was still out there, all helpless and affectionate with whoever was on the phone. I left quietly. I sent a text to my best friend. Sitting on the curb waiting for her, I thought about Brad and me. Four years of college romance. Six years of marriage. I really thought I'd found the one. For him, I left my stable government job and moved over a thousand miles from home.

Forget home and think of my kingdom as her home. I turned to the next blank page and sketched Acasia as she looked while sleeping. I never went back to the previous pictures of past claiming brides. The pain was too great. I'd filled almost the entire book with drawings of the women I'd claimed. Their faces as they aged, so beautiful, but each passing year, the lines took them closer to death. I hated this book, but wanted the images for some reason. Seventy-eight women, seventy-eight-hundred years, seventy-eight heartbreaks, and Acasia was the seventy-ninth. The centuries in front of me stretched endlessly.

he whispered. “Hans… You know, I’m happy! I’m really happy that I met you!… Do you know that you are the reason why I’m still alive now?” Everly chuckled lightly and continued, “It’s because of you that I managed to live for a thousand years.” Hans looked confused but he didn’t interrupt her. This made Everly smile again, “I met you a thousand years ago! You were the nightly king of the kingdom and I’m just a neglected princess before… But because of you, I felt belonged for the first time.”

Thirty years was a long period of time for him. In the Demon Abyss…

It's been minutes since Letitia waited for King Alpha Daelous. She looks to her right side when she senses that King Alpha is now walking towards her. "Here, no one hasn't been opening this book after the writer wrote it thousands of years ago." He sits beside Letitia and gives the book to her. "Thousands of years ago? That is why they told me that it might be a myth but how could they say that when it is written in your history?" Letitia looks at him.

The most appropriate book possible. Richard looks intrigued. Beth too. "What's it about?" "A man, born in the nineteen-thirties, who goes on to live over two thousand years. In life, he experiences every form of marriage other than life-long monogamy. The book is essentially a series of short stories taking photo snaps of his life. And it has some wonderful quotes." "Such as?" Which ones to choose? Not the ones I remember her reading to me.... Those are too sharp, too edgy for me to share...

Kimberly smiled as she reminisced, speaking leisurely. "That boy started pursuing me when he was seven. It's been almost 20 years now. When he was around ten, he gave me his family's heirloom, something that's only supposed to go to the family's daughter-in-law. He said he'd only ever love me in this lifetime. "Every time he found out I was dating someone, he'd drink himself into a stupor for days on end. He even developed stomach problems from it. "Oh, and these past few years while I was studying abroad, he flew over every week to bring me my favorite pastries and snacks, keeping me company no matter the cost."