My Three Thousand Years To The Sky Novels & Stories

From his _ears_. “Too… big,” he gasped. “He’s too… _heavy_.” Lyra was out of the van before I could stop her. She ran to Nero. And _burned_. Not fire. _Heat_. She pressed her hands to his face. Ice melted. Blood steamed. “He’s coming,” Nero whispered. “One. He’s _coming_.” --- *30 Seconds Later* The sky _bent_. Not cloud. Not light. _Space_. A man dropped from it.

“I-I’m King Dominique?… That’s impossible” Hans stammered in great surprise. How can that be him? That’s not impossible!… “I know that it caused a great shock to you. I understand…. I completely understand your feelings.” Everly gently said. She held Hans’s hands tightly, as she was trying to calm him down while continuing her explanation, “You already know that there’s a lot of things in this world that can’t be explained by science, right?… Just look at me, no one would believe that I lived for a thousand years. It’s simply not possible to happen but still, it’s my reality.”

He instinctively looked out the hall's window toward the sky. A sudden flash of white light illuminated the entire sky, making Kennington as bright as day for 20 seconds! Boom! Rumble! A loud roar followed as if boulders were rolling across the sky. For the first time, Chad saw the firmament in its entirety—a massive floating island in the sky! The island's shape was almost identical to the core of the Six Paths Compass. Sitting with the Saffronesian delegation, Sten smiled triumphantly and said, "Mission accomplished!"

However, they gathered around before dispersing without touching my body. The sky burial practitioners were surprised by this. "The vultures aren't eating the corpse!" They exchanged looks. "Only those who have committed evil deeds are forsaken by the vultures during a sky burial." I looked at the vultures who hovered, unwilling to leave yet also not eating my corpse. A bitter smile painted my lips. It seemed Gideon had been right all along. I was an evil person who didn't even deserve to have a sky burial. The sky burial practitioners looked at my body, feeling distressed. Gideon said helplessly, "Let's collect the corpse and contact her family to pick her up. Since she's an Emperian, she c

I waited until it was close to midnight—I had three minutes to go. I started thinking back on my life, but it was too simple and plain. There didn't seem to be much to remember. My life had been a tragedy from the moment I was born. The minutes turned to seconds, and I slumped onto the table. I had my urn and photo beside me. Five, four, three, two, one… The countdown ended, and a dead silence descended upon me. The room went silent—even the sound of my breathing disappeared. At the same time, I heard the sound of the doorknob turning. Someone was back!

Ava nodded in understanding, though her lips pressed together like she was still piecing it together. “Oh! What about the Three Musketeers?” Lia suggested, eyes lighting up with the memory. “Definitely not,” Trudy said immediately, her face twisted in mock horror. “That was last year’s outfit. We have to do something different and iconic.” “Who was the third person?” Ava asked curiously, tilting her head as she looked between them. Lia and Trudy exchanged a look, one of those silent conversations that spoke volumes, before Lia decided to answer.

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

The call hung up after two seconds. After that, she tried video calling me, but the call also hung up after two seconds. As such, she had no choice but to continue messaging me. She wrote, "Didn't we agree to meet outside the civil office, Chad? Why aren't you here yet?" There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million."

He was still pampering me, despite our divorce, even though he thought I had moved on and was pregnant with someone else's child. At first, I tried to push it all away. His tenderness was like a web, intricate and all-encompassing, and I was caught in it, unable to break free. It was six months into my pregnancy when Berkrone was graced with its first snow. That morning, as I opened the window, a blanket of white greeted me, covering the world in silence and peace. However, the path to the university was clear, not a snowflake in sight, as if someone had carefully swept it all away.

The solidification of Aethel-9 in the Sahara had turned the desert into a sanctuary of glass and sound, but the L1 Lagrange point was already pulsing with a different frequency. The "Second Book" was arriving, and it didn't look like a geometric dodecahedron or a city of light. It looked like a Spore-Cloud.