The 100 A Book Novels & Stories

Although small, it was a warm and comfortable place. Every day, I would go to class, spend time in the library, enjoy the scenery, and taste delicious food. Life gradually became more and more enjoyable for me. However, I spotted a familiar figure on the ground floor of my apartment building one casual afternoon. It was Chester Ford. I knew he'd be able to track me down; I just hadn't expected him to find me this fast. He seemed to have been waiting there for a long time. The instant he saw me, he rushed over without regard for anything else and begged for my forgiveness. He looked like a sorry, abandoned dog.

Austin only helped me because he wanted me to win your heart. "I've loved you for a long time. You're free-spirited, brave, and kind—you've always been special. When you married Edward, I joined Abend Group as a low-level employee just to be close to you and watch over you. And the moment I heard about your divorce, I prepared to chase after you again." But I shook my head. I couldn't bring myself to trust anyone anymore. Arthur gently cupped my face and made a solemn vow. "I'll prove it to you. If Oskar Group and Simmons Group merge, you will be the president. I'll stay behind the scenes, supporting you from the shadows."

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.

The house was quiet, but it was a different kind of quiet now—a silence that felt less like an ending and more like a beginning. Evelyn made another stroke, then another. She didn't know if she would make it to Day 100, but for the first time in weeks, she wasn't counting the days. She was just watching the lines take shape.

Maybe the only fun I had there was flying with swords. Then the future galactic world? Honestly, out of all my ninety-nine reincarnations, I didn’t reach that kind of world yet or even some apocalyptic world, and I’m thankful for that. [11:59 pm] It really felt like I am having some sort of a countdown for New Year. But in my case, it's a countdown for my New Life. Yes, let's just call it new life and not death. It sounded depressing to call it like that.

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Britondii Luca pov All the way to my destination -- tears spilling from my eyes and my lips parched regardless of how much I had ran my tonguethem-- the Blooming Flower, a small, inexpensive but lovely guest house where I would spend the night, mayhap a few days until I had figured out what my next action would be; I bitterly chided, reprimanded myself. How could I have left my best friend as selfishly, as coldly as I had? Without even proffering to him a proper, befitting farewell? Why? Because he would have undoubtedly urged or even peesuaded me to stay?

The Nun In The Library I IN the library, dust motes danced in the lone shaft of light that shone through the stained-glass window, illuminating the rows of bookshelves that were properly lined in the back. Sister Mary, her habit a stark silhouette against the warm glow, traced a finger along the spine of a theological text. The scent of old paper and beeswax polish clung to the air, a familiar comfort that came when she was reading books. Today, however, an unfamiliar tremor rippled beneath her skin. A new scent, sharp and vital, cut through the accustomed quiet: sandalwood and something else, something musky and undeniably male.

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.