A Thousand Times Over Novels & Stories

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ, ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴇᴍᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴇᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇs

“About the transfer to Seaview… I’d like to expedite it. Yes, I’m ready to go this week. I’ll start preparing everything right away.” After hanging up, I looked one last time at the framed photo of Annie and me on my desk before flipping it over. I had forgiven her ninety-nine times. This time—the hundredth time—I was finally choosing to let myself go.

Not this time. Not ever.

On it was a single number—99. It was the number of times they had let me down over the years. Adrian frowned, unable to make sense of it. He tossed my diary onto the floor and ordered, "Stop writing this nonsense. Nina wants to eat the garlic shrimp you make. Go wash your hands and get downstairs. Consider it an apology for that snarky remark you made to her earlier." I only hummed in response before I got up and headed downstairs. Adrian was surprised that I didn't throw a tantrum. After all, every time my family asked me to make garlic shrimp, I would always cry and whine as if it were some huge injustice.

And at times when you're too weak, I'll be your strength. We're a team. You need not to face a storm alone cause I'll always be with you. I love you with extreme certainty, Maze Johnson-Thornton. We still have one wedding left. But for now, I want you to take my hand and begin again. Let's love each other, all over again." THE END

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" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

Thank you' Oh Shit.