The 100 Books Novels & Stories

On New Year’s Eve, the girlfriend who had promised to go home with me was nowhere to be found. Instead, my close friend, Logan, sent two voice notes. “Bro, your girl is mine now! “You have no idea. Ever since we were kids, my dad only ever listens to her. One word from her is worth more than a hundred from me! It works great, I love it, and I’ll definitely use it again!” At exactly midnight, as fireworks exploded outside the window, Chloe called me, laughing. “You have no idea. Thank God I came over! Mr. Creston looked like he was ready to beat Logan up–” “Chloe,” I interrupted her. “Do you remember that my parents have been waiting to have dinner with you?” Silence fell on the other

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

He announced. I moved my hands closer to the green button. I am not going to leave out any chances or opportunities for her to win against me. I don't care about the mindset I have now. It's just the two of us. I will rather lose to another person than lose to her. "How many books are all together in the bible? Both new testament and-" I didn't allow him to finish talking. "Sixty-six books. Both the Old and the new testament." "Correct."

"Mark, ten years. Every damn second of those ten years—when didn't she love you? Tell me that. How do you even deserve—how do you deserve someone like Jenna loving you that long?" She didn't wait for an answer. Just shoved him out of the bar. Outside, the neon lights hit like prison bars—sharp, cold, and closing in. He couldn't even see his love anymore. That's when it hit him. Ten years married, and not once had he really talked to Jenna. Not once. Every moment was her trying not to upset him. Her breaking down behind a locked door so he wouldn't hear her cry. Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head.

“We should get Sophina a present. A little something she wants should cheer her up.” Anna’s comment made August stop for a second. It dawned on him that he had never given Sophina anything in the years they had been together. Even the earrings were just a freebie thrown in with Anna’s necklace. He had made a mistake right from the start. His mind kept circling for answers, and all that came up was Anna’s preferences. Anna liked her eggs sunny side up and stayed away from boiled eggs. She loved all things shiny, but silver would trigger a rash.

And he was addicted to his little girl’s tight pussy. This was only the first story in the book of our sins. There were ninety-nine more ways to damn ourselves still waiting. And I could not wait to fall even deeper.

He just reached out, his large hand covering her smaller one, holding on tightly as the afternoon light began to change, casting long, dark shadows across the books on the shelves. Evelyn looked down at their joined hands, the weight of the choice pressing heavily against her chest. She didn't pull away, but she didn't promise him the future either. They simply sat together in the quiet room, two people trapped in a hundred-day countdown that was moving far too fast.

"I won’t waste myself again." "Oh! About work," she said, remembering. "We have this tough client I haven’t been able to land. Maybe you’ll have better luck." "Who is it?" "A wealthy French investor. He’s passionate about art, but he's really picky. I’ve pitched to him so many times with no luck." "I can try," I offered. "What’s the worst that can happen?" "Exactly!" Nia grinned. "With your taste and eye for design, I’m sure you’ll win him over."

I then showed her my bag which only contained books for appearance's sake. "Eh. Seriously?" She looked shocked. "Then how are you able to write notes or do your assignments?" "I don't need notes." My mind has a great memory. And I already learned so many things this past 99 years of my life. "Eh why? How are you able to study?" "Just answering the quizzes and exams are enough for me." "Ehhhh? Don't tell me your the type of student who is very quiet but actually very talented and smart?" She clasped her hands in her mouth.