The 100 Books Novels & Stories

"She left? Finally showed some sense. Good riddance. I'll go discuss the date for your and Gianna's bonding ceremony with the Thunder Ridge elders right away." But something in her words struck a nerve. Eric's face changed drastically, his voice hoarse but firm. "Impossible! Why would she leave me? She clearly..." She clearly relied on him so much, needed his protection. Luna Anya, seeing his insistence, scoffed. "What's so impossible? She took the hundred million dollars without a second thought, you know." A hundred million dollars. Eric seized on the number, jerking his head up to look at his mother, his voice filled with disbelief. "What did you say? What hundred million dollars?!"

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

The crowd surged forward, grabbing the reports. They read—then froze. Shock hit all at once, spreading across their faces. Every single report said the same thing in bold black letters— [not biologically related.]

Even if you use Aunt Yellen to threaten me and force me to submit, I have a hundred ways to die right in front of you. "You know me. I always mean what I say." Anthony pressed a hand to his bleeding neck. The light in his eyes flickered as he struggled. Then, it dimmed into surrender. "Fine," he said hoarsely. "I agree." … After that, Anthony did everything he could to please her. He had his men scour the world for rare treasures, sending them to Mabel's private residence in an endless stream: rare jewelry, priceless antiques, and even one-of-a-kind archived manuscripts she had once mentioned in passing.

“Listen, Irwin, academic integrity is certainly something we value and stick to. But we are able to do this only because we are sheltered by the ivory tower of this university. This university, however ideal it might seem at its core, still operates on the daily spenditure of money and resources. And the Hurons are the ones who provide these money and resources.” He pauses, and tries to recollect his memory: “I think a few years ago Mr and Mrs Huron donated 10 million to our department. That’s where yours and Martha’s scholarship came from: a small portion of this donation’s annual interests.” “I know.” “Do you remember in our class, when we compared the image of lotus in Eastern and Western

He said in a trembling voice, "I hated her for leaving me out of a desire for money back then… Everything I did was for the sake of hearing her say that she still loved me and cared about me…" Vivi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Love?" "10 years, Chester. 10 whole years. In the past 10 years, when did Yuna stop showing you love? She's loved you every minute and every second of your time together. Did you deserve it? How could you have deserved over 10 years of Yuna's love?" She wasn't willing to waste any more time speaking with him and promptly drove him out of her bar. He suddenly recalled that in the 10 years he'd been married to me, he had never once had a proper conversation with me.

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.

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.

I said flatly. She blinked in surprise, hesitated for a moment, then took the box. I stood, inhaled deeply, and said, "You love him, don't you? Then hold on tight." A confident smile curved her lips. "Of course." She quickly scribbled her name, tied it with his, and buried the two together. I said nothing more and walked away, oddly numb. Before leaving campus, I decided to stop by the library for a few books. One title caught my eye, something philosophical yet comforting, and I found myself absorbed in it.