One Hundred Years Of Solitude Novels & Stories

I tried to bite the one on my left. He backhanded me across the face without even looking. My head snapped to the side, and stars exploded behind my eyes. For a moment, everything went grey. Then the world swam back into focus, and we were at the door. The guard pushed it open. Sunlight. So much sunlight, after days in the dark cellar. It blinded me, seared my eyes, made tears stream down my cheeks. I blinked desperately, trying to see, trying to orient myself. The courtyard was packed. Hundreds of wolves, maybe more. They lined the walls, filled the balconies, crowded every inch of space. And they were all staring at me.

Tears fell hot with betrayal, splattering the cold stone. I’d witnessed this betrayal once before. Yet hearing it again, the raw hunger in his voice, the calculated cadence of her cries—my still felt shattered. Dull. Agonizing. The first year after my Embrace, he held me and whispered: “Every anniversary, I’ll clear my calendar. Only you.” A single text from Celia, and he abandoned every vow. He scrambled to this place like a starving man. Just how deep does his addiction to her run?

"How are you feeling? The doctor is coming right up." He took my hand and put it on his chest. "It has been hurting here since 12 years ago. My heart has had a hole in it ever since." His deep eyes sparkled with hope. "Can you give me another chance?" I looked down and slowly clasped my fingers. The Perez family had initially wanted me, their adopted daughter, to marry him, but in my youthful ignorance, I had fallen for the gentle, attentive Alain instead. One of them always carried an aura that kept others at a distance and was often absent for long stretches. The other was warm, considerate, and came whenever I called.

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest, so intense that even my soul trembled. All these years had passed, and Mom still couldn't forgive me. I was the one who killed Dad. I deserved to die a thousand times over. Years ago, my aunt and uncle died in an accident, leaving my cousin Freya an orphan. Dad felt sorry for her. She was alone in the world, so he took her in. But Freya and I never got along. We were always arguing over the smallest thing. Three years ago, on a rainy night, we had a huge fight. Furious, Freya ran out of the house.

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

Solene shut her eyes briefly, like the words had hurt her physically. “Paris fashion week.” She said out loud, her voice tight. “Yes, ma’am.” Solene wanted to scream and maybe flip a table or something. Because that was the one door that had stayed shut no matter how hard she’d knocked for years. Years as long as when she still worked for Lewis. Long before Ari, before Ronan, and before Tokyo. That was how she’d first known Diego Sanchez—he’d offered to help, but his connections and recommendations hadn’t been strong enough.

That’s what he is. A smile of self-mockery flashed on his lips. “You are definitely a stupid one Tyron.” His head lowered to the floor and caught sight of something. His eyes widened when he saw a small piece of writing on the floor. It was so small that he needed to kneel and move his eyes closer to see it. ‘King Dominique, my love, where are you right now? It’s already been 950 years since we last saw each other.’

"Maisie wanted something exciting, so she teased you a bit. What, are you mad?" Anger surged wildly in my chest, but I forced myself to suppress it. "Lucius, don't you think you've gone too far?" He curled his lips. "Too far? I thought after a hundred times, you'd be used to it by now." He said it so lightly, as if it were nothing at all. Yet it had been a nightmare that wrapped around me for three full years. I let out a self-mocking laugh. Then I slammed the door and left.

… Mabel curled into a corner, her consciousness blurring as her body temperature dropped. In her daze, she seemed to return to eight years ago. That winter, while protecting Anthony, she had been hunted by enemies and trapped in an abandoned mine deep in the snow-covered mountains. He had held her tightly, unfastened his coat, wrapped her in his arms, and used his own body heat to warm her stiff, freezing limbs. "Mabel, don't fall asleep. Hold on. "When we get out, I'll give you a home. You'll never be cold again."

Ava’s POV Sleep was a stranger that night. I had tossed and turned until the moon itself had traveled halfway across the sky, the glow through my curtains mocking my exhaustion. My wolf stirred restlessly beneath my skin, as though aware of my turmoil but refusing to share its calm with me. Every breath in the dark felt stifling, every thought circling back to Diego, to Sage, to the chains of my family’s expectations. I finally pushed the covers off with a sigh and padded to my balcony doors. The air outside was cool and heavy with the faint scent of rain. The courtyard below looked peaceful, but peace was the last thing inside me.