Centennial Novels & Stories

That day was a good day. No rain outside. The weather is nice. It was a perfect time to celebrate something memorable. The color of rose gold can be seen inside one tall building in the middle of Longton City. The most prestigious and wealthy city in the whole country of country C. The people in the building are in a festive mood because they celebrate the company's 5th Anniversary.

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.

“Our preliminary theme is Royal Heritage. Crowns, tiaras, crests, symbols of majesty and wealth. It aligns with King Group’s reputation and will photograph beautifully.” Stella clapped softly, delighted. “Yes, I can already picture it.” But Charles frowned slightly. “It’s good. But it lacks depth. We want this centennial line to carry meaning. Something people will remember in fifty years, not just admire for a season.” A brief silence fell. Ava’s smile wavered for a fraction of a second. And then Nicolas, who had been lounging in silence, shifted his gaze. His voice was calm, but the edge of mockery was sharp enough to cut.

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."

"Don't worry. We'll live even better lives than Aaron, even without the shares from Miller Group." My jaw went slack with shock when I glanced at the company's name that was printed on the documents. "New Century Corporation belongs to you?" New Century Corporation was a massive conglomerate that equaled ten Miller Groups. I had only known that Taylor was a much more complex person than she presented herself to be. I had no idea that she was such an outstanding individual. Taylor, who always carried herself with a steady and reserved demeanor, seemed a little embarrassed as I stared at her in disbelief.

the Principle took a sip of water “from this moment on we will be moving forward toward a better and brighter future. A future in which all of you can achieve your goals and your dreams. Thank you” The man got a round of applause for his speech and then the Reverend took his place to lead them all in a very short prayer. Once it was over, the crowd dispersed. Lena looked down at the candle in her hands , staring at the flame that was flickering away. “To moving forward”, she said quietly and gently blew the candle out.