Centennial Novels & Stories

Cecillia asked again, she leaned towards Alistair. "I live in 2022," Alistair answered flatly. "Year 2022? Do you know what century you are in now?" Cecillia brought her face closer to Alistair's. "I don't know," Alistair shook his head. "Today is the 16th century, Year 1520," Cecillia replied.

I repeat slowly making sure she understands clearly. She huffs raises to her feet and storms out of the room. Running my hands down my face I release a deep breath then tuck myself back into my pants. I’ve just left the guest room when my phone rings. “What” I say when I answer. “Hello Mr. Evens this is Dean Ryo from The Glosing” “Hello Mr. Ryo” I say surprisingly professional. “I’m calling to seek the password approval for a Miss Hartlynn Xander’s purchase of our exclusive penthouse property” my brows knit together as I take in his words.

Aaron hesitated a little bit before spilling out what he had found out "Boss, I heard that your father...." "Do not refer to that man as my father, you know the drill" he warned, cutting Aaron short "Sorry, what I meant was that Nicholas Calvin will be celebrating the silver jubilee of his marriage on the twenty-fifth" "I don't care about what he does and you know that" Daniel growled "The celebration is merged with the fifteen year anniversary of J&C corporation, he is celebrating ten years of ownership of J&C corporation."

The news about the sign at city hall quickly became the top trending search topic across the entire city. Everyone was curious about who Serena Xander was and why the billionaire CEO explicitly banned her from entering. Arthur Hutton remained completely unbothered. He forwarded the trending topic to his social media feed. [She got jealous and insisted on getting married to me. To make sure no one bothers us, I set up this plan. [My bad for blowing up the timeline, folks!] He posted these captions with a photo of him and Camila Leach showing off their official marriage license.

As I took in the people wearing black slacks and white tops hustling from place to place, I wondered again why this talk with my father couldn’t wait. “Buenos dias.” The greetings came with smiles and nods from the busy workers readying for the influx of guests. I recalled the hubbub for my quinceañera, the party that signified my becoming a woman. It was hard to believe that my party was eight years ago—my fifteenth birthday. Camila’s was three years ago, yet I still thought of her as a child.

Upon hearing that, my classmates were even more annoyed and spoke up loudly. "Who knows who took her lousy bracelet?" "Just what century are we living in now? Who would steal a silver bracelet?" "Mr. Whitclaw, Charlotte is so poor that she can't even procure more than a few dollars each day. Where did she even get the money to buy a silver bracelet? Could it be that she stole it?" one of them asked impatiently, Mr. Whitclaw was visibly surprised at those words. He then turned to me to ask again, "Did you really lose a silver bracelet? What does it look like?"

“regina” “oh regina” “I remember, i remember years ago when we at the top of our apartment building back in Ouray. I had led you up there with all the balloons and the lights that the neighbors had helped with” “I had been anxious all day because i feared that by the time i asked you to be my wife, you would say no. Because of everything, i might not have been the perfect anything. The perfect boyfriend, or friend. And i myself had doubts that ill be a perfect husband and dad. That i was willing to cancel last minute. To give to the fear in my heart”

“Eighteen—no. Seventeen-something?” Henderson closed his eyes. “I swear to God, Noah, if you say 1776, I will retire today.” I smirked. “So it’s not 1776?” Someone outright snorted. Elena. Elena laughed. I snapped my gaze to her. She caught herself, pressing her lips together. But her shoulders were still shaking. Something about that made my chest tighten. Henderson sighed in defeat. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to get yourself guillotined, Carter. It was 1789.”

The card whipped on her face with a sharp noise. Everybody, including Miru, gasped sharply. Kaze had the nerve. Fanny was caught off guard. She reached for the card and glared at Kaze. “You…” From the corner of her eye, she read the black card and turned dumbstruck. “This is… “This is the Dallas Centurion to invest 10 billion dollars.” Despite her upbringing, Fanny lost composure and shrieked. 10 billion dollars was not much for an elite family. However, the key feature of the Dallas Centurion was not the money, but the significance of the holder.

“It’s been almost a hundred years since I last heard of a bond like this. Alex closed his eyes and let out a quiet laugh to himself “Of course. I see it” “Enlighten me?” I ask “I think they’re also second chance mates. The bond reformed after it broke”. He says it so simply. But I have heard of it happening. The Moon goddess doesn’t make mistakes