The 100 Echoes Novels & Stories

Assessed her. "I will try," Echo said quietly. "But I must warn you. The peaceful nothings are protective of certain knowledge. Certain truths. Certain secrets. They reveal what they believe should be revealed. They hide what they believe should remain hidden. They might not tell me. Might not share. Might not reveal. Even if they know. Even if they understand. Even if they could explain. They might choose silence. Might choose protection. Might choose to keep your secret. To honour your choice to forget. To respect your decision to erase. They might not tell me. Even if I ask. Even if I plead. Even if I demand. They might remain silent. They might protect you. They might honour your origina

A brutal, calculated surgery to cut him out of my heart forever. "I won't fall apart on day 101, Silas," I whispered to the empty room, a small, chilling smile finally touching my lips. "Because by the time those hundred days are over, you will be nothing but a ghost to me." The contract was signed. The countdown had begun.

As I stepped out, the sun glinted off the polished surface, and I felt a surge of confidence. I looked up at the company, taking a good look at it. XANDER MINING COMPANY LTD showed boldly at the front of the company, I adjusted my tie and took a moment to gather my thoughts. Walking towards the entrance of the mining company, I recalled his extensive preparation for this role. I had researched the company’s projects and the team dynamics, hoping to make a positive impression. The sounds of machinery and the chatter of workers filled the air, reminding me of the bustling environment he was stepping into.

Liam heard his hospital room doctor open and closed his eyes to pretend to be sleeping, he didn’t want to talk with anyone, not even his mom, he almost died a little while ago and it was by heaven’s grace that he was still here, he didn’t want to play with his health again, the questions the doctor had asked him, okay not a doctor, a bunch of scientist and technicians, he went through various scans and they drew his blood too and asked him dozens of questions before they finally let him go when he had asked the outcome of everything, they said they will get back to him and sent him back here, he had seen his mom and the strange guy when they wheeled him back to this room, he had pretended no

Zephyra said in surprise, not sure who she’d been expecting, but it wasn’t the alpha’s brother. “Zephyra,” Ethan said, not moving from where he’d shifted. Her eyes drifted to the dark tribal tattoo on his left shoulder and part of his chest. It took her a second to recognize that it was a wolf. The upper half of his left bicep was covered in an intricate tribal design ending just above his elbow. Zephyra’s eyes drifted back to his chest—and a little further—before they snapped back up to his face. “You’re naked,” she gasped and then inwardly cringed. Today wasn’t her best day for wit, obviously.

In the evening Armaan received a call from Hernan Bush to have a drink. “Soul” is the premium and most exclusive private club of Philadelphia. Even if you are rich you can’t enter the club; you need to be entitled too. Hernan Bush, Adan Smith, and Dewei Scavo are the sworn brothers of Armaan. Hernan is the crown prince of the media & entertainment industry, Adan’s family is in the jewelry business since their inception, and Dewei followed his passion to be a doctor by dropping the inheritance of the Scavo family who is into politics. They all four grown up together and were armory of each other.

In that moment, Thomas knew that love's echoes were not confined to a single lifetime—they were timeless, eternal, and forever. Their love story was a testament to the resilience of the human heart, the power of second chances, and the enduring legacy of love. It was a symphony that echoed through the ages—a melody that would inspire generations to come. With grateful hearts and spirits entwined, Thomas and Emily walked hand in hand, their love's endless refrain guiding their steps. And as they journeyed together, their love painted a masterpiece across the canvas of their lives—a testament to the enduring power of love's echoes and the beauty that could emerge from its timeless symphony.

"That’s the sound of seven million minds learning to sing in harmony." Jeff grabbed my arm. His fingers were warm against the gold creeping up my veins. "Fight it, Demi." I couldn’t. The nanotech had reached my spine, whispering Echo’s thoughts directly into my nervous system: —so much noise in their heads— —we’ll make them clean— —we’ll make them perfect— Eva suddenly gasped, her silver-ringed eyes flooding gold. "I can... feel them. All of them." She clutched her head. "They’re begging for it to stop—"

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the stone pathway was covered in a thick layer of moss. Next door, where my childhood home had once been, was now a bar. From inside, a singer strummed their guitar, their voice drifting through the evening air: "…At the moments that matter most, I finally see it clear, “Your hesitation, “Leaving me to wander alone, “Sober in the midst of dying, “Realizing you were always two steps ahead of me…" My fingers tightened around the keys. The sharp edges dug into my palm, cutting deep.

On the plane, just before takeoff, Lillian pulled out her phone and deleted every trace of Elton. 'Goodbye, Elton,' she whispered silently. 'We're done for good.'