Centennial Novels & Stories

Alejandro stepped out to give a speech. He lifted the microphone to his mouth. “Warm greetings to all the Ladies and gentlemen as well as distinguished guests present over here. I would like to welcome all of you to our event and I hope you will enjoy being a part of it. Tonight we are celebrating Caisse Méridien’s hundredth anniversary and it means a lot to me all of you are here to experience it with me. It’s a matter of great pride to see our company growing, embracing a good value system and achieving more than what we have ever thought of.” I spaced out during his partially lengthy speech only to refocus when he said, “I ask you to raise a toast with us all and wish you all very well fo

Bit Some years ago, my sister was always pushed to get married by all her relatives. The first sentence they asked her “When will you get married? You’re not too young not to care for this problem.” She never said it again, anytime she smiled. For recent years, no one in the family and relatives talked about her marriage. After all, they thought he needed a baby to rely on in her old age. This ideology has been popular abroad for hundreds of years, but my mother is a rural woman who is bound by the old, outdated ideas left by her ancestors.

They know who the chosen one is. _____________ Lady Celine Coleman. There is no surprise, shock or shock in it. The other girls, as heartbroken as they are, just sit back again and shrug. Everyone already knew. With fluid, cool elegance, Celine rises. She barely looks at Cameron. Instead, she turns her face back to gloat over defeated competitors. She revels in her moment of glory. A smile haunts her face when her eyes fall on me. I don't miss the fierce gleam of her teeth. When she looks forward again, Cameron repeats his brother's proposal.

Daniel looked at Cain incredulously as he placed his hand over his nose and mouth to mask the smell of the scattered entrails. "So he was an old one?" Jai asked, still inspecting the larger pieces of flesh. "Ancient," Cain said. "At least seven-hundred years old." Daniel's eyebrows furrowed. "So clearly they were never extinct," he noted. Cain shook his head. "He wasn't feeding regularly. Vampires are immortal if they remain well-nourished. He hadn't fed in at least a month," he said. Jai looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

A frown forms on his face as he stares off in confusion. “What do you mean they are early?” I ask, leaning forward in my seat. “The Wild Hunt is held once a century, usually at the beginning of the century.” He explains. “It’s not that far into the twenty-first century as humans call it.” Levi points out, his relaxed pose gone. Adrian turns to look at him. “That is true, but they have already done their Wild Hunt this century, they are eighty years too early for the next one.” “So what does that mean?”

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

Could it be…" Although she trailed off, it was clear what she was implying. Turning scarlet in fury, Mr. Wentworth quickly tried to explain, "Watch what you say, Ms. Cobb! I'm two decades older than Evelyn. How could we possibly—" However, Irene put on a pitiful expression and said, "I was just wondering out loud, Mr. Wentworth. You don't have to get all defensive about it." Mr. Wentworth, a man in his 50s, became so furious that he couldn't even speak. "Why, you—"

He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder. “They’re preparing the centennial feast,” he said quietly. “The whole territory wants to celebrate.” I smiled, leaning into his solid warmth. “Fifty years since I tried to kill you all. Fifty years since you ruined every plan the Sanctuary ever had for me.” Rook joined us next, still massive and powerful, his magnificent horns catching the morning light. He pulled both of us into his embrace, scenting us with a deep, rumbling growl that had lost none of its possessiveness. “Best decision we ever made.”

Calla continues, "something forms between them that does not exist anywhere else in nature. A bridge. Once every century, that bridge can be built, or it can be burned." "And if it's built?" I ask. "Gifts return. Bonds deepen. Packs grow stronger and less cruel to each other." She pauses. "If it's burned, the opposite happens. The century closes in on itself. Violence becomes the default language again." "And the last three centuries," Theron says slowly, already understanding before she finishes. "Burned." Calla's voice goes hard. "That is not an accident of history. That is three hundred years of design." “Someone has been ensuring the bridge is not built for three hundred years.