Centennial Novels & Stories

Cordelia Blackwell I stared at the tombstone of Jeanette McConnel, and I read the epitaph engraved on the stone. “A loving mother and a precious servant of nature.” My eyes narrowed when I saw the date of her death, “1960.” “You found her?” His voice startled me.

Chapter 8 Hannah's POV The news of the annual corporate party hit the 12th floor like a lightning strike. In a building made of glass and cold calculations, the "Cromwell Legacy Gala" was the only night where the hierarchy supposedly blurred—though everyone knew it was just a more expensive stage for the same power plays. The announcement appeared on every monitor in the building at exactly 9:00 AM. A sleek, animated invitation in gold and black: A Legacy of Excellence. Join us at the Grand Ballroom for the Annual Corporate Gala.

This hotel meant a lot to him, so it was natural to celebrate the centennial anniversary here. “The centennial anniversary is also a great opportunity to publicize our group…” Alice was drowsing while the managers were talking passionately. As a manager in training, she sat at the end of the row. She pretended to take notes but to be honest, she had drowned full pages of turtles in a notebook. “These plans are too old-fashioned. Does anyone have other suggestions” Zayden’s voice echoed in the conference room? Alice covered her mouth and lowered her head to yawn without other people’s noticing and thought in her heart, “When will

[Happy 100th Day, Emily Carter. Emily’s breath caught in her throat. She turned. Adrian was already holding the cake—heart-shaped, delicate, the number 100 written in soft cream. The candlelight danced in his eyes. “You remembered…” she whispered. Adrian stepped closer, kissed her gently on the forehead. “This is the first one,” he said. “The first hundred. Then the second. Then the third. I want to keep counting. With you.” Her eyes burned. She didn’t speak—just pulled him into a quiet, shaking hug, her face pressed to his chest.

Mansterville Part 1 ~Waverly~ It was around the end of October when the convoy of moving trucks rolled up in front of the gated old mansion that sat just across the road from us. I had heard them coming down the private drive, gears grinding & shifting. I was actually very impressed they had managed to maneuver the huge 18 wheelers down the winding narrowed pig trail. I stopped halfway up the stairs rushing back down to the sitting room as fast as I could.

“A smart witch is cautious and yes I am in awe of this ancient. I will not stand in the way of its power, and I strongly suggest the same for you, but I see you will not heed my advice and again I will sit back and watch the show; however, I will impart a vision I’ve had, ‘A power couple will rise, one, more powerful than any other before them, and the other, with the power of true love to stop a juggernaut in its tracks.” Tolina was absolutely correct, Alpha Walters wasn’t listening, and he was going to bide his time and capture this ancient and use it to his advantage. It didn’t dawn on him that Phoenix was Gael’s mate because Amy never thought it was relevant to tell him and also because

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