Fushi To Your Eternity Mga Nobela at Kwento

"How can I protect you when you make it impossible? I have sacrificed everything for our 'forever'—for this damned eternity!" This damned eternity. That’s what our love had become to him. "If our eternity is a curse," I said, my voice dangerously quiet as I met his furious gaze, "then I don't want it." "What?" "I want to break our bond." The words hit the room like a bomb. Dorian's face went white with rage. He slammed his fist into the stone table beside him. The solid marble shattered. "What did you just say?" His voice was a low growl. He lunged, his hands gripping my shoulders like steel bands. "Say. It. Again."

The warm tropical air caressed her naked skin as two thousand men stood in absolute silence, watching their living goddess arrive. Marcus and Damien, both now in their nineties but still radiating commanding presence, walked beside her. Marcus’s voice, though aged, carried across the island with undeniable power. “Sixty years of perfect, unbroken devotion. Tonight we lift the Veil of Eternity. For the next thirty days, every man here exists to serve her pleasure and be served by her body. Take her. Fill her. Worship the woman who became our eternal legacy.” The month unfolded in layers of deepening intensity.

Eternal. The swarm will come. But we’ll meet it stronger. Burning brighter. Wings and sunrise. Husband and wife. Bodies and souls. Together. Forever. Beautiful things get honeymoons. And ours? It’s eternal fire. Consuming. Unquenchable.

It was a curse only beings that lived for eternity knew too well, it was a terrible curse! She had high dreams and expectations for her eternity. She was going to spend it with Charles and her best friend by her side, Nicole. Nicole would find the love of her life she can spend eternity with and together the four of them will have their private wedding together and live out the rest of their lives doing whatever they liked for fun, they had unlimited time to figure that out but now that dream had died with the sunset.

Garren chuckled. We left the camp and headed towards our destination. Only three more days and we would be there. During our trek, I had finally learned what the Everlasting fire mark was. It was like a bond similar to what my parents had. But this was more potent. It made us more than soul mates. Unlike the mate bond, though, the farther apart we were, the more chaos it brought to the world. The more we fought it, the more it pulled us together until we were mad with lust for one another. But, in a sadistic way, I found relief in it. Found it satisfying to know I wouldn't be the only one going crazy.

“Forgive me, my Alpha. I am sorry for my lack of respect and my choice of words. I deserve to die. I don't deserve to live for what I have done to you, please do not take offense and forgive my errors for I am deeply sorry. Show leniency and mercy” “It's alright. I forgive you for what you did but don't ever think of doing that ever again, otherwise, I'll forget that you are my cousin and punish you accordingly. It is the law of the land, and you must respect your Alpha, and treat him like the King. He is the king of the pack and no one else”

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.”

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

Eternis shrieked, its form fracturing, but the loom fought back, threads slicing her flesh, her glow fading, her heart stopping. A final vision surged: reality enduring, the nexus a beacon, her companions alive, but Jessica gone, her hollowness the sacrifice, her love a whisper in their souls. The nothingness roared, the starfield collapsing, and a new star flickered, radiant and nameless, pulsing with a truth beyond eternity.

Our souls entwine as closely as our bodies, two halves of an eternal whole that even death could not truly sunder. Not this night. Not ever, if my power and persistence have any say. We lie breathless at last, still wrapped tight in the aftermath. The terror of night fades with every caress, every kiss, every beat in perfect unison. The future beckons once more, filled with light instead of loss. "My gift awoke for this," I say into his skin. "For you. For us. There was no other choice." Adam tilts my chin up, eyes meeting mine. In them I see eternity, and all the love my heart could wish to hold.