One Hundred Years Of Solitude Novels & Stories

He shook his head weakly, snowflakes and blood clinging to him, a complete mess. Just like that, I dragged him into my small apartment. The apartment was small, but it mostly kept the wind and rain out. It’s just that the heating was always pretty weak in winter, and cold drafts snuck in through the window cracks. That whole freezing winter, we clung to each other under a thick blanket, just to keep from freezing to death. And that’s how we fell in love. On the edge of the sprawling city, we became each other’s only warmth.

“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.”

The one-way mirror should keep me hidden, no matter how large the hole in the wall might be. Even so, every time Antonio seemed to glance in my direction, my imagination ran wild, filling my mind with thoughts I couldn't suppress. It felt like he had thrown himself on me, sending a shiver down my spine. My name was Yvonne Barker. I was a confident and curvaceous woman in the prime of my life, but my husband, Philip Barker, struggled with certain issues and hadn't been able to meet my needs in that regard. Philip, a long-haul truck driver, was often away from home, leaving me feeling lonely and unfulfilled.

Love Jac. I sat down and opened my present, very carefully unwrapping it. I placed the book down and folded the newsprint neatly. I picked up the book, looking it over carefully. Jac always found obscure books on his research trips for me, something new to add to my library. I wonder if this is the last book he will get me, now that he’s a mated man. I sighed lightly, I would miss this. I flipped the book over to the cover. The Country and the City by Raymond Williams. The book was greyish in color, always a hard cover. I went over to my shelf where I kept the books of urban citylife. I picked up the newsprint and went to my window, where a box sat on a shelf. I unlocked the box with a littl

Anybody can do mistakes. 'Stop remembering his words, Carmen. Stop it already!' She thought, trying to get him out of her thoughts. She had managed to do it for ten years, what was the problem then?

As Arles lifts the hood up to reveal his face, the time seems to have stopped. “The real heir of that throne,” He growls pointing to the throne Aurelio is sitting one. A loud scream pierces the whole scene before Aurelio calls for the guards. But it’s too late. His hungry eyes will be only satisfied when he tastes their blood. Everything is in chaos as he starts to change, his black wolf coming to the surface to change everything and write the past of the Lonely God.

It hit my human lungs, my blood, my baby. I dropped to my knees, vomiting. Nothing came up but bile and fear. _Ten minutes,_ they said. Wolves lasted ten minutes. I had to last longer. “Time starts now!” Darius called from outside. The maze was dark. The walls were too high to climb. The only way was through. I crawled. The silver burned my palms. The wolfsbane made my vision blur. The baby was quiet. Too quiet. _Please,_ I thought. _Please, little wolf. Stay with me._

I walked along the Seine with a coffee in hand, almost dizzy with possibility. Over the next few months, everything became a blur of revisions, phone calls, and contracts. There were moments when I wanted to pull back, to slam my laptop shut and pretend I hadn’t opened myself up like this. But every time I wavered, I thought of the story, of him, and I kept going. The day I held the first printed copy of The One I Let Go in my hands, I cried. Not quiet, graceful tears, but messy, uncontrollable sobs. The cover was soft under my fingertips, the title gleaming in bold letters.

*** Eleven years ago. The small cabin and its wooden walls warm with the light from lanterns, was filled with Solana’s laughter. We lay entwined in her sheets, naked and satiated, her dreadlocks fanned out on my chest like dark rivers. The air was redolent of pine and sweat, the afterglow buzzing back and forth between us. She’d taken me around the settlement earlier, the fire pits whispering stories, kids darting under stars, Nicolas’s welcoming nod. It was alive, pulsing, a world away from my father’s cold imperatives. Running a finger along the length of her arm, I chuckled. “This place is so much cooler than I thought. Everyone’s so… connected. I stand out like a sore thumb, a skinny whi