The 100 May We Meet Again Novels & Stories

So, why would I need to read them? "No," I reply shortly. He huffs "Nevermind. I'll just tell you what I sent because I know you won't check it even after telling you to." Smart man "Some of the organizers are having a meeting at Serenity." I don't bother asking what organizers he's referring to, I know. "I have it on good intel that they want to meet together so they can start B-20 again. Everyone of high standard that was involved during our... our program is going to be there. According to what I heard, Councilman David Cameron, and his business partner, also two-time runner and loser for Senator, Mr. Charles Klay will be in attendance." Roman says.

We are finally together again… The END.

And probably never see eachother again! To be continued 🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃🎃 🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆🎆

Two Months Later It was late in the afternoon. Shane was busy with some files when the intercom beeped. He went for it and realized it was the chief. "Come to my office," the chief commanded. Shane made his way down and presented himself before the chief. "It's Trevor's burial today… Daniel invited me, I want you to go with me," the chief said. "Oh, really!?" Shane asked in astonishment "Yeah," the chief responded. "I thought he had been buried earlier.. Alright, I will get prepared," Shane said and made his way out.

I asked Oliver how much longer I had to live. He was quiet. I spread my hands helplessly. "Whatever. Whether it's one month or ten days, it doesn't matter." After all, I knew that I didn't have much longer. Oliver just stared at me, unable to stop his eyes from turning red. I stopped him. "What are you doing? I'm not dead yet, so why are you crying for me?" After a moment, Oliver forced himself to speak. "Enna, let's go to Slovegia."

Ethan's eyes lit up instantly, then he heard Isabella continue. "But I have one condition. If you can find me the original of Dorfey's 'The Past,' I'll give you a chance to start over." Ethan paused, then became even more excited. Of course Ethan remembered—Bella's favorite photographer was Dorfey. He had a famous work called "The Past" that had been auctioned for an astronomical price ten years ago, then disappeared. Bella had always wanted that piece but could never find it. So Bella was giving him a chance!

I couldn't wait to see the reactions and engage with my readers, sharing the wonders of Greece through my words. Just as I was about to delve into Brandon's diary, my phone interrupted the tranquil atmosphere. Glancing at the screen, I noticed an unfamiliar number. Curiosity piqued, I answered the call. "Hello?" I greeted, my voice filled with anticipation. "May I speak to Madam Regina Lawson?" a polite voice inquired. Confirming my identity, I replied, "Speaking. How can I assist you?" "I'm calling on behalf of the Hopebridge Foundation. We would like to extend an invitation for you to attend our charitable gala. May we have your personal email address for further correspondence?"

“Mommy? Daddy? Why’d it take you so long to come home?” If Chapter 100 is a memory of a future that hasn’t happened yet, is Maya getting her happy ending or stepping right into the Architect’s final, perfect trap?

Just as I managed to regain a semblance of composure, my phone buzzed, interrupting the silence of the room. Cameron's name lit up the screen, and without hesitation, I opened his message. "Well, I know it’s too early to ask, but is there a chance that we can meet again?" Without a second thought, I replied, "I was thinking the same thing. Let's meet again." ***

An assistant walked in and bowed. "Notify all members to gather at Millennium Island in ten days. We will be facing a common enemy, Seechertown's Wilbur Penn, also known as Trevor Penn," the old man said with a smile.