Three Years Hollow 소설 & 이야기

Oh well, she did say she wanted a bunch of kids! So that’s the story of how I ended up touring Europe for my honeymoon like we had planned to do, just me, my pregnant wife, and our two children! I love her, our children, and the life we share. It still amazes me, that in three years, how my entire universe zoned in and shifted… To her, because of her, for her… Loyalty Amory Knight, my everything… My universe, in three years!

Upon hearing the news, Maya was so excited that we spoke for three whole hours. She couldn't wait for me to board the plane and return to Thalora. The next day, when my flight landed, Maya rushed to greet me. She was accompanied by Holly and a few other colleagues. Three years had passed, and each of them carried the marks of time. When they saw me, they all seemed surprised. In the years I had been living for myself, I hadn’t aged. In fact, I looked rather youthful to them. It was a little after that I learned why Kit had suddenly disappeared in the second year I was in Solara.

It is clear that Hannah’s betrayal is still fresh in everyone’s mind, not just mine when Andreas vehemently agrees. A sudden commotion catches my attention as a deluge of chattering mums with buggies suddenly enter the café. One little boy, a real cutie who looks to be about three or four years old, spies Stix and runs across to her with a grin on his face. “Nic Nic, are you going to read to us again?”

You can be with your first love, and I can finally live my own life. I sighed, trying to push him away, but he tightened his hold, pulling me firmly back into his arms. He pressed his chin against my shoulder, his tone commanding. "I said I don't want a divorce. As for Nicole, I can explain. I don't love her anymore. "After three years together, haven't you sensed my feelings for you? Sure, at first, I didn't care for you, but things changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had fallen for you—and only you."

I had actually believed that Mark would actually love me. … Mark and Rachel were childhood friends, and they were engaged at a young age. But Rachel found out that she could not get pregnant through conventional means during a checkup. So, she got on a plane and flew to another country, thereby cutting all ties with Mark. At that time, she had claimed that Mark was the sole heir of the Frank family, and she could not bear the thought of ending his family line just because of her. In order to forget the pain of having been dumped so abruptly, Mark joined a wilderness exploration team.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

"A series of 'Dark-Nodes' are forming. They aren't Purists, and they aren't Architects. They’re something new—The Hollows." The Hollows were regions of the universe where the Expansion had moved too fast, leaving behind "Low-Resolution" zones where the reality was thin, grey, and hungry. They didn't have teams; they had "Eraser-Swarms" that sought to pull the vibrant, high-definition matter of the Sovereign Valley back into the void. The Call to the Rim

Samantha thanked him numbly and then opened the box with all the things I had left behind. Anthony exited his room with a yawn. He looked at the box with disdain. “Aiden’s been dead for three years. What’s the point of bringing his things here now? This is unlucky stuff. You should throw it all away.” Samantha ignored Anthony. She reached into the box and took out three brand new pairs of gloves made of sheep’s wool. There were also several boxes of expired hand cream. There was even a sticky note with handwritten instructions. Samantha sobbed at the sight of it.

Ethan POV Three years. It didn’t sound like much when people said it out loud. Just a number. Just time. But in a place like this—where nothing truly died, where rumors clung to walls and people carried stories like weapons— Three years meant something different. It meant the truth had rotted. Twisted. Changed shape depending on who was telling it. And yet— Some things never changed. Like the name they always whispered when his came up. Belle.

“How do you move a whole village without a fight?” “You don’t,” I said. “Unless they wanted to leave.” Kade found the answer in the square. A single symbol carved into the well stone. A circle broken by three lines. The mark of The Hollow. I’d never seen it before. But I knew it. Sable had shown it to me at the temple ruins. “They’re not dead,” I said. “They left.” Kael kicked the well stone. “For who? For what?” “For a promise,” I said.