I Kept Pressing The 100-million-year Button Novels & Stories

He'd finally remembered everything from his previous life. Graham didn't sleep a wink the whole night. As soon as it was light out, he grabbed his phone and called Gwyneth. "The number you have dialed is not in service." He froze, then dialed her number again. Yet, he got the same response. He went onto WhatsApp and sent her a text message. "Gwyn. I need to talk to you." However, he noticed that her "last seen" was missing, and the message he sent only registered a single gray tick even after a long time.

" The voice was tiny and on top of her. Rolape looked up to stare at someone petite standing on the quadrangle with a beaming smile. ONE. THOUSAND. YEARS. Thank you for

"This... this... how is this possible? Can you... can you see me?" A surprised voice sounded in the air. "Is there anything difficult?" Samuel smiled slightly. "Difficult?" The voice in the air laughed. "Do you know how long it took for the last person to see me?" "1,700,006,000 years!!" 1.7,000,006,000 years? Hearing this number, Samuel frowned. What kind of concept was this? Even if a year was casually used to count, a year every second, it could be counted for nearly 80 years! After Samuel was shocked, he felt a little sympathy for a person, who had spent a total of 1.7 billion years.

“Try me.” Harrison’s smile widened. He pressed a button. And the entire floor shook violently as the countdown to the final data purge began.

Jayden shouted, "What?! How could Lily commit suicide? Wasn't she pregnant? It must be you! You drove Lily to her death! You think winning 80 million dollars gives you the right to treat people's lives like trash? Zendaya, you're heartless. Aren't you afraid Lily' will come back to haunt you?" Jayden's voice dripped with accusation. As my husband, he did not bother asking how I was doing first. Instead, without knowing any of the facts, he immediately blamed everything on me.

Ingrid messaged me at last, feeling completely distraught as she begged me to lend her 800,000 dollars for the surgery. I had been attending a banquet with my dad at that time and didn't see her message until very much later. However, as soon as I saw it, I immediately transferred the money to her. Yet, her second message popped up almost at the same time. She sounded absolutely in despair. "I'll do anything you want as long as you'll lend me the money!"

Totally she count she got thirty seven million . Then the last item when it almost midnight , sell with free a two thousand years old ginseng for free gift . The auctioneer tells that eating a slice of peanut for ninety day can prolonge life for ten years if nothing happened. I can naturalize any poison if eaten for thirty days in peanut slice . Eating for fifteen days a slice of peanut can cure any illness .

button. If you want to know the answer, just buy it. Buy one piece for each one. It's not more than one hundred anyway. Humph!

His mechanical claw opened and closed, a nervous tic. "REWARD FOR CAPTURE OR CONFIRMED TERMINATION:" The number that flashed on the screen was so large it didn't look real. It looked like a phone number. "10,000,000,000 UNIVERSAL CREDITS." Ten billion. It was enough to buy this entire city. It was enough to buy a small country. It was enough to make a saint murder his own mother. "ADDITIONAL BOUNTIES: 1 BILLION PER ACCOMPLICE."

Only I could turn what was supposed to be a romantic, moving proposal into such a humiliating scene. And the worst part was that I'd already been through this 99 times. Isabelle and I had been together for seven years, from ages 23 to 30. I'd already proposed 99 times, and today was my hundredth. On every previous proposal, she'd refused me, saying that her childhood friend, Ronald Shaw, hadn't married yet, and she couldn't break their promise.