One Hundred Years Of Solitude Novels & Stories

The darkness is my only witness. It wraps around me like a shroud, cold and absolute, pressing against my swollen throat and my cracked ribs and the places inside me that stopped hurting hours ago because they've gone numb. I lie on the straw, filthy, lice-ridden, damp and I listen to my own breathing rattle in and out of lungs that still remember being denied air. His hands. I can still feel them. The weight of his palms. The steadiness of his fingers. The way he squeezed like he was wringing water from stone, methodical, almost bored, as if strangling me was just another task on his daily list.

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

… 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."

It was just the two of them in their own little world. Nick had given up hope of finding his mate after his brother found his, twenty years ago, now here she was standing before him, and he didn’t know how to react. It was as though his feet were planted to the ground and he couldn’t move, captivated by her beauty and intoxicated by her scent. He had found his new addiction. Nothing mattered more to him than her. Overcome by the need to hold his mate, his feet move from where he planted them on the ground. She mirrored his action and slowly walked towards him. It was like her feet had a mind of their own, and her body was moving on its own.

James fell into a slump for years until he met me. I thought he had moved on when he married me. Clearly, I was wrong. I opened the photo Yvonne had posted again, this time the house deed. James had bought women gifts before—bags, necklaces, shoes—but never a house. This was the first. The next morning, James came home. He saw my eyebags and sat beside me, pulling me into his arms. "You didn't sleep well last night?" he asked, full of concern. "No," I rubbed my temples and leaned away. "Can you make me some noodles? I'm starving."

"Savannah! This isn't a game. Marriage is serious. Are you really sure about this? "I stood by you for 20 years, and you never once said you wanted to marry me. So, why are you now choosing to marry a stranger? And to make matters worse, you're living so far away. Aren't you ashamed?" "I'm not acting on impulse. Every decision I've made has been carefully considered," I answered evenly. They thought they had waited for me all this time, but the truth was, I had been waiting for them just as long. For all those years, I clung to the belief that the bond between me and the Hawthorne brothers could never be broken.

Lindsey said and quickly gulped down all five shots all at once. "Hope there isn't any problem?" Lindsey turned towards the voice and meet a dark muscular man standing in front of her. He had a moustache which Lindsey thought was cute and his perfume was very strong and had a nice fragrance "Why? can't a lady drink anymore?" Lindsey asked staring at him. Williams' lips twitched in a smile as he walked towards the empty seat close to her. He sat down before turning to answer her question "I never said so, just that it's not every day you see a pretty damsel sitting at a bat counter alone and taking five shots of tequila all at once, I almost thought you were in a drinking competition" William

When Liam and I climbed back into our bed I asked “It’s the cartel, isn’t it. That set those cameras off,” “We don’t know what set those cameras off, it might just be some kind of animal, okay, now go back to sleep,” He lied. I ended up twisting and turning all night long. I rolled over to look at my phone for the time four am shone brightly into my eyes. I quietly climbed out of bed and proceeded to begin my day with a hot shower then a big cup of caramel macchiato coffee which has become my coffee of choice thanks to Allie for making me buy it. With the court date fast approaching my life seems to become

Their lips stuck together like magnets on metal as Solano blindly guided them to the sofa. Once he was securely on top of her on the sofa, he broke the kiss to take a better look at her. Her brown skin seem to glisten like gold, "¡Dios! ¿Quien te creó? ¡Qué milagro eres!" He kissed her neckline down to her gap between her breasts. He felt tight; in his clothes and lungs. She TOOK HIS BREATH AWAY! Solano still could not believe what he was feeling. How long had he been without a woman? Scratch that! He could not remember even ever feeling anything this intense when his wife was alive, "¿Qué m****a me estás haciendo, niña?" ("God! Who created you? What a miracle you are!" "What the fuck are yo