My Three Thousand Years To The Sky นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

, I nodded as I watch Vixen looking at me. "So what's the estimate time for this mission?", I asked as he calmly staring at me. "Well... We're still not sure..", he hesitated but quickly change his tone to appear more promising, "but we're planning that 3 years max is the run for this mission, successful or not..", he said as I nodded. 3 years seems legit, the journey through space and time is of course need some long time as The Great Attractor is outside the Milky way and Andromeda galaxy, far far in the darkness, or so it seems.

“A secret American Organization discovered how to go back and forward in time, in order to be sure of its perfection we were sent into the future to discover how the third world war started so we can stop it from the past but the project was not a complete success” “How?” “We discovered how it started but going back into the past we got trapped in this time flush… through dreams can we only communicate with the past which is our present and there we learnt that the fire will burn on mercury tower at sunset… You are that fire” “What company is behind this?” she asked “Sky Experiments aka Sky-X” “I have never heard of such company” she said, he looked puzzled “How is that possible?” “I don’t k

The girls were like lost souls, clinging to whoever they could to avoid being thrown off, struggling to hold on and avoid being caught in the middle, leaving them with no support. Celina struggled to hold on, but before one spin ended, another began, and she felt her strength drained as her grip loosened. Just as she thought she was about to be thrown off, a strong arm wrapped around her. Celina turned her face back and accidentally brushed against Joyce's face. The proximity was too close for comfort, making her want to pull away, but the chair's movement seemed to defy her intention, tilting forward and causing her lips to touch his.

I've had enough. "You're just upset with me because I brought Tiana and Caden to live with us three years ago, aren't you? Come on, it's been so long. Do you really have to drag this out and take it out on Stella?" That wasn't the truth. How I wished I could tell him that I was already dead to his face—but I couldn't. No one could see me. I was just a spirit. … When Andrew forcibly sent me to the countryside three years ago, Tiana also tagged along in secret.

How could I tell him that I was dying? That the healer said my wolf spirit was fading fast— that I only had three days left before the bond would consume me completely? “Joseph,” I murmured, “would you come with me? We’ll go to Grandpa’s pack. They’ll love you there.” He hesitated. “Can we stay a little longer, Mom? Just three days? If he really doesn’t want us after that, we’ll go. But I want to call him Dad… just once.” Tears blurred my vision. I stroked his hair and nodded, though my heart was already breaking.

Samuel pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, his eyes crinkling into crescents. "It's compelling to see someone with broken wings manage to find freedom through their designs. I was on the jury that year, and I gave you the highest score, Ms. Stockwell. "Start at our studio tomorrow. I'll pay you triple your last salary, but there's one condition. You have to finish the "Caged Bird" series." "Deal!" I said. …

You don't need to be so dramatic. "And anyway, I agreed to the divorce you proposed. Do you have to keep sulking all day?" That day, I worked overtime until very late. I was trapped in the elevator, shivering with fear. The elevator lost power and my phone was about to die. My claustrophobia kicked in. Trembling, I called Ayden. But in return, he replied, "Can't you figure it out yourself? I'm busy." My phone ran out of battery, and I also fell into a coma.

" I looked at the drizzle outside the window and thought of the cold rain on the night my mother left. Then I spoke softly. "Vanessa, your fresh start is stolen from my ending." She still wanted to say something. My phone rang. It was an offer letter from a design firm in another city. I was about to leave Graybridge, the city that held seven years of our memories.

I gently stroked her rough, weathered face as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. "Ruby." For the first time in thirty years, Ruby heard the voice she had longed for. A sob escaped her lips. "I'm here, Dad." I gently patted her head. "You're so much older now." She had grown old, too, but I kept those words to myself. From the looks of it, life had not been easy on her. Whether it was guilt that had haunted her for decades or the hardships she had endured along the way, the years had clearly left their mark.