One Hundred Years Of Solitude Kindle Novels & Stories

She has been watching more carefully. The forty-seventh year opened with the book in the world — three months old in October, finding its readers in the way she hoped: slowly, the right ones, people who needed the sentence to have a house and who, when they found it, wrote to say so in the specific language of people who recognized something they had been looking for. Not mass market. The gravity field is operating.

He took a sniff and exhaled. “Thank you for this..!” Keenan beamed at her causing her to blush. “No problem.” A shy smile on her lips. Keenan bid farewell and left soon after. As he held the book, he read the book cover. “Spell of the Lonely Dream. By Aurora Salcedo.” Mariano heard him. “Salcedo? Isn’t that their family name?” Keenan looked up. “Yeah. What a coincidence, right?” “It surely is.” Mariano said.

He seems like a good man, a thousand times better than me. "Sincerely, Lorenzo." After writing the letter, Lorenzo read it three times. Then, he put it in an envelope and addressed it to the flower shop. However, he didn't mail it. He put the letter in his desk drawer, next to that photograph. He didn't do it because he knew that the letter shouldn't be sent. It was just his way of making peace with himself, his way of saying goodbye. … Elena's POV A year later, in the city of Bribao, Spania, my flower shop was doing better and better. I had hired three employees and opened a second location.

I ran through a forest, then a crop field, then a highway. "I slept in the wild, ate leaves, and drank rainwater. If I was lucky, I'd come across a garbage dump and eat some food that went bad. "And so, after walking for days and nights, I came back to you. But you said to me I was dirty. "Funny." Jeffrey could no longer support himself and knelt on the ground. His eyes were extremely red, looking at me. He was in pain, "Audrey, I'm sorry. I had no idea what you had been through. No one referred to the ransom..."

‘A new one to read, it’s been with me for a year and handing it to you is a bit hard since you’re always preoccupied. ‘Das Erdbeden in Chili? (Literally: The Earthquake in Chile)’ Hadrian looked at it curiously but quite fascinated. He opened the book and took a little peek at it and decided that he will read it. ‘It seems interesting, Anton. Thank you, I’ll finish reading it by the end of tomorrow.’ ‘I expected you’d say that, do you really have to read that fast?’ ‘No, it is just when I start to like something I won’t stop until I finish it.’ Hadrian said chuckling and inviting Anton to sit with him.

For once, I was allowed to want this. Kael’s lips brushed my temple. “You’re smiling in your sleep again.” “I’m thinking about how I almost lost you before I even had you,” I whispered, tracing the scar along his jaw with one fingertip. “And how you still chose me anyway.” His dark eyes opened, amber flickering to life. “I’ve been waiting thirty-four years for my mate.

It doesn't matter that I don't see any; I'm aware of them now. I climb the stairs and can't resist pushing on a door that's partially open-cameras or no. It's directly across the hall when I reach the landing. I'm excited to find that it's a library with books lining tall oak shelves. There are two comfortable reading chairs and behind them a large business desk. I wonder if this is Moon's office. Snooping in different rooms is one thing. Going through his desk quite another, and I won't do it. I'll forget that Moon told me to treat his home as my own. Instead, I search the shelves and read titles. It's barely after twelve and I need to kill some time. I should have asked Mr. Thug where Moon

Who would have guessed he reads. My curiosity gets the better of me and matches it. The first book I spot one hundred years of solitude. I haven't read it so I decide to move to the next, The Great Gatsby. Am familiar with it so I pick it off the shelf and sit on his bed. The book is dusty like it hasn't been read in a while. Am so absorbed in it until someone snatches it away from me. "Get out!" I look up. Quinn is staring at me super mad.

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

“So you can _love_ me? _Dad_?” Fire ran up her arms. Not controlled. _Wild_. _Hungry_. She looked at _Rylan_. “He’s _warm_,” Four said. “_I’m_ so _cold_, Mother. _Have been_ for _so long_. Since the _first_ time I _died_.” The fire _grew_. The mine started _melting_. “He’ll _warm_ me up,” Four said. “_One second_. That’s all I need. _One second_ of _him_ and I’ll _feel_.”