Centennial Novels & Stories

I wonder why Trent doesn't lock it If he doesn't want people inside. I get inside the room and I'm startled. It's just an empty room. Okay, it has hundreds of medals hanging on the wall and golden trophies placed on the shelves but the remaining middle part of it is empty. I look at the trophies one by one. Most of them have Trent's name on them. I pull the hanging golden medals and I wonder how he was able to amass these many trophies and medals in just twenty years. As I walk looking at the trophies and medals, I notice a maroon burgundy curtain hanging between the middle space. I walk toward the curtain wanting to draw it and see what's on the other side but I hear a deep voice downstairs

Alicia sighted Terry walking over to her and smirked. "So, you decided to approach what you see?" She said seductively. "Yeah, but I can't stay, business calls," he told her, she gave a sad pout at his response. "But why don't you come up to my room later, and we'll see." He winked at her, she laughed and nodded. He walked out of the room quickly. Jogging up the stairs, he entered the room that almost everyone dreaded. Torento's birthday was today and he wasn't even downstairs to attend his own party, he had been in a really sour mood lately, and even Terry was now avoiding him.

*TRIGGER WARNING: This content contains suicide, you're a sensitive reader please skip those parts! ZION Time, a concept that never lasts no matter how much you try to save it. To me, time flew by so quickly mainly because I was keeping myself busy for the last week and a half. This coming Friday night would be the Halloween dance. Apparently, every Halloween there's a festival in town. All the citizens were already preparing for the said festival, Halloween itself would be this coming Saturday.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

For the past five years they have been dating, he had never forgot until now. Champagne shook her head as if to erase all the wild thoughts running through her mind. She strode into the building lobby away from the outside wind, her face was flushed Champagne brushed her palms together as she slowly waited for the elevator. Her moss eyes roamed around the empty place. She didn't catch sight of the security guard but the cameras were alert. When the elevator dinged open, Champagne sighed and walked right in. The doors closed at the same time as grabbed her phone again.

fat on him. He possessed brooding eyes and a sensual mouth. Were all centaurs handsome and built like Marcus? Loren may be the youngest, but already he was filling out into a similar build as his brothers. She felt Marcus's hand drape over her shoulder. "Join us for supper." Loren offered. "We're not good cooks, but we can roast a decent deer." "The man is just mated, Loren." Marco said, slightly exasperated. "Let him have time with his mate." "I was being nice." "I'll join you for supper another time." Elizabeth offered. Loren nodded eagerly and then mumbled something about seeing to the meat. "Will there be a ceremony?" Marco asked. Marcus nodded, looking down at Elizabeth. "In two days.

I decided to ask again, partly just to give myself a chance to finally let go. "Isabelle, we've been together for seven years. This is my hundredth proposal. Come on, stop messing with me." She rolled her eyes, not even trying to hide how little she cared. "So what? I've known Ron for over 20 years. Does that mean less than our seven years of relationship? "I've said it 99 times, and this is the hundredth. Listen carefully. If Ron never gets married, neither will I. That's the promise we made when we were kids. Besides, why do we need a flimsy piece of paper to prove our relationship?"

Sophia suddenly ran in front of me, blocking my way. "Alex! Stop talking like that! I know you must’ve been furious when I left without a word, but I’m back now! Stop saying things you don’t mean." Empty words? Things I don’t mean? What made her think that? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear. She suddenly reached for the pendant around my neck, yanking it out from under my shirt. "This... this is the charm I gave you when we first got together. It’s been over a decade. The cord is already worn out, yet you still wear it..."

His voice deepened menacingly. “Y… your pack? I… I passed out and I…” my voice faded as I leaned back several steps until I crashed against the wall. His stare only got intense and I could also tell my time was ticking. The walls didn't scream comfortable to me anymore; they were compromising. It's been decades since we had a pack member of the Skull Pack cross into our territory. Are you looking for a battle?” He thundered. Skull pack? That was my pack, and we were sworn rivals to a particular pack; a deadly war that made both of our packs come to a truce that lasted for fifteen years.

Almost relieved. "I keep forgetting you're supposed to be the genius because I live with you," Tyler said with a laugh. Cole shot him a flat look. "It's common knowledge. The Centennial Gala is celebrating the school's one hundredth anniversary. The math isn't difficult." "Still," Noah said, "you're the only one who thought about it. That counts for something." Cole rolled his eyes and retreated back into silence. "Okayyyy," Stacy drawled. "So this basically means none of you know anything about your university's history."