Eternity Netflix Novels & Stories

"I am literally the CFO of the universe's central bank. I can issue whatever I want. The question is whether twenty-nine entities from dead universes will accept financial instruments from a bank they do not recognize." "They will accept it because they are starving. A starving person does not check the sell-by date." Ben's fingers were already moving. "Issuing the Sterling Eternal Bond. Face value: infinite. Coupon rate: zero. Maturity: never. This is either the most brilliant or the most suicidal financial instrument in cosmic history." "Those are not mutually exclusive," Katherine observed.

The women looked at each other. They had no idea that there would be a catastrophe for Eternals. They always thought that as long as they reached Eternal Realm, they could live forever. It seemed that trying to become an Eternal and staying by David's side forever sounded a little whimsical now. “Celeste, how long is an epoch?” “One epoch is 129600 years!” ‘129600 years?’ Except for Celeste, everyone's eyes widened, and they were frozen on the spot. ‘An epoch is actually 129600 years?

Touched by a Vampire Eternally Yours, #1 By: Sophie Slade *** Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. ~Henry Van Dyke Prologue

Survival, I am learning, is sometimes just choosing not to open certain wounds. The air shifts. Reality tightens like a held breath. Eternal stands in the center of the hall. She does not arrive. She is simply there. Seventeen forever. Silver-and-black hair caught between states. Eyes mismatched and endless. “I have information,” she says. Her voice is layered—Tempest beneath something older. “The pain shared it while I held it suspended.” Every hammer in the hall stills. “Emptiness is not destroying what it consumes,” Eternal continues. “It is storing it. Compressing matter, memory, and concept into a pocket dimension outside conventional reality.”

he said again. Mira studied him. “You’re choosing the long ending,” she said. Ethan smiled faintly. “It’s the only one that lasts.” — The Trillionaire System stirred again. Not urgently. Curiously. [User decision aligns with decentralized continuity model.] [However: increased short-term suffering probability.] Ethan nodded. “I know.” The System paused. [Clarify rationale.] Ethan looked out at the city. Because this is the part that matters, he thought. Not how we win.

This was not her at all. She remained standing. Waiting. She knew someone would come to get her. One hour. Two hours. Still, no one came, but she did not dare move. She also did not close her eyes. In fact, she was afraid of closing her eyes. She did not want to go back just yet. She wanted to enjoy this time alone. Even if she was in someone else’s body. I’m sure they wanted their body back but she wanted to be selfish this time and experience something else other than cleaning and mopping. Soon enough, at the three-hour mark, someone came. She walked unhurriedly in without looking anywhere else. They looked at each other in silence before the lady sighed. In Tea’s mind, her name flashed.

Instead, he asked Faye, “Fifi, what do you think of the Eternal Heart? Do you like it?” Faye was still immersed in the beauty of the Eternal Heart, so she had yet to recover from the surprise. She nodded strenuously and said, “I love it!” Zayn said with a smile, “Alright, we shall get it then.” Next, he had the saleswoman wrap up the item. The saleswoman asked in an exploratory manner, “Sir, are you certain that you’re buying it? The Eternal Heart is a limited edition and its current selling price is 388,888 dollars…”

Whiles she sailed through her vindictive walk of thoughts he also had his; based on her nudity. They were two eternally fated lives in a recursive cycle of love and hate affair, stringed along an unimaginable orchestration of the goddesses in a reverse motion to propel happy ever after only if successful. NEHENDA and Marlon were bound by Fate for all lifetimes with an unresolved enmity of manipulated misunderstanding carried on from the past in their present life cycle which without resolution would never find love.

Deborah gazed ahead, lost in thought. “Years ago, there was another man, just as reckless, just as crazy. But someone stopped him. And he died without ever seeing the person he wanted the most. Until the end, he carried that regret with him.” I lowered my head. “How did he die?” “It’s hereditary. Before he went to find you, his organs were already failing. Just like his father.” Deborah’s voice cracked. She pressed a letter and a will into my hands. “He left these for you. Whether you read them or not is your choice.”

His eyes shot open and more voices yelled in a blur. “My love you never wanted that, I can’t… you’ll lose Ember,” Godfrey cried, a bloody tear falling on my face. I mustered all I had, every bit of energy I could get together, which wasn’t much. I knew Skyler was holding my hand and I squeezed it. His familiar orange scent gave me a small bit of calm. “Two years … wasn’t … enough … if I die ... she dies anyhow … I want … eternity … with you. Do … it,” I said, meeting his eyes.