A Thousand More Years Novels & Stories

A brief silence followed before he said calmly, "Three hundred thousand years." I stopped. At first, I couldn't process the number, as if my mind refused to believe it. "How... much?" "Three hundred thousand years." I blinked slowly, then looked directly at him as if searching for any sign that he was joking, but his expression didn't change. "That's... impossible." "Not for me." I fell silent for a moment, then whispered to myself inwardly, trying to organize my thoughts. Mages live longer than humans, but this wasn't just an age difference. This was an entirely different world.

So much more. ...

"Sasha, there's a limit to how much you can be jealous. Don't challenge my bottom line. Pick up that drink and apologize to Mr. Conley right now. This is an order." Aidan had the nerve to still talk about jealousy. With a mix of despair and rage, Sasha trembled as she forcefully pulled her hand away from Aidan's grasp. "You know what, Aidan? I've never hated myself more than I do right now. Every time I think about the seven years I spent with you, trying to please those clients, enduring their harassment, and bargaining with them, I feel so sick that I want to throw up. "Thank you for finally making me realize that my love for you these seven years was nothing but a joke."

The chauffeur turned on the car and the stereo, and then came Nikky Minaj, while he glided into the long road. “You know one good thing about black guys in Guts Island?”. Laura spoke into my ear. “They don’t suck pussies, but they are long between their thighs, and they can get you crazy with just a thrust”. I smiled at how silly and bitchy her words sound in my ear, but those words brought a flash of my ex-husband; he literally doesn’t suck to get me to my climax, he tortures me into it. “Maybe you should try one tonight”. I said in response.

“That’s right. The birth of Jesus of Nazareth effectively split time for our modern age. Years were measured differently then, but during the reign of Constantine all of that was changed. All right, anything else?” “The third millennium . . . well a thousand years is one millennium, so wouldn’t that be three thousand years?” “No. The words say at the dawn of the third millennium. So that would be now. We live in this beginning. The first millennium includes the years zero to one thousand, the second from one thousand to two thousand, and now we are in the third. So we are rapidly approaching great devastation and upheaval, the likes of which this world has never seen, correct?” Blakeney prom

"Alright. Why don’t both parties take some time to cool off? The hearing is tomorrow, and the judge will make a ruling." After I got home, I exported all the videos from my phone, then I edited them and added captions. At midnight: The sound of drilling from Unit 601. Footage of Carl stuffing toothpicks into my lock. Mason dumping trash outside my door and hanging the dead rat. At the end, I added a photo of my mother’s shattered urn beside my diagnosis report. I captioned it: "Residents of Unit 601, the Carvers have been harassing and bullying me because I bought my apartment $30,000 below market. They destroyed my late mother’s ashes and attempted to extort $230,000 from me."

“It feels strange. For so long, I was just trying to survive the next day. Now, I actually get to look forward to a whole new year of my life.” Killian smiled, his expression turning deeply serious and full of absolute devotion. He reached up, gently brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “You spent your teens fighting tyrants and saving our people. But this next year? This next year belongs to you. To us. I’m going to make sure your twentieth year is full of nothing but the peace you fought so hard to earn.”

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.