Novel & Cerita Two Hundred Years Together

“I’ll take care of you and make sure you’re safe, but nothing more will happen for now. I’ll give you two years to live and enjoy your youthful years, two years to decide if this is what you really want. If, after that, you still want this, I’ll be waiting.” In two years, she would be twenty-one. Old enough. She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it back, and then she nodded. “Two years and we would be together. Forever.”

He doesn't have much of an idea because they barely knew each other. Elijah shakes his head, "he could be really spontaneous at times, but Allen is like my child already. No. He is indeed my child. We might not be related by human definitions, but we're bound by blood and have an unbreakable bond." Louise nodded in realization. Now that he could feel the bond he was talking about, he totally understood where he was coming from. It wasn't as deep as what Elijah and Allen have shared, but it was still valid. They've been together for two hundred years. It must have been really hard for Allen to think that Elijah would be gone soon. Even he, who had just become Elijah's blood servant, could fee

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she said. The witch called Ada scoffed and rolled her eyes. She looked at the whole crowd and sighed just like Lorna. "When was the last time we came together like this?" Lorna smiled. "300 years ago, perhaps," She answered. "It's unfortunate that we had to come together like this." Ada chuckled. "A wise man once told me that only two events can bring a family together: either a marriage or a funeral." "It had to be the sad one for us," Lorna smirked.

Logan nodded and said, “Yes! She and I have been together for nearly seventy years, and she's nearing the end of her life now. She might not have many years left. If I extend my life by twenty years, I can't bear to live alone for so long…” Vera nodded and said, “You've been together for a lifetime; indeed, you can't only think of yourself.” With that said, she handed the tea knife to Logan.

Adrian and Mateo aren’t actually my brothers, but we have been together for the past 100 years. At first, it was friendship only, but over the years, it has developed into a brotherhood of sorts. We built this home together and have shared servants for the last 87 years. None of us has taken a paladin since we’ve been together, but there hasn’t been a need for it.

she whispered into the darkness. "Tomorrow we end this war," I replied. "What if we do not? What if The Covenant wins?" "Then we regroup and try again. And keep trying until we do win. Because giving up is not an option." "Seventy five years," Mary said softly. "That is what we promised each other." "Seventy five years minimum. I am thinking we should extend that to a hundred." She laughed quietly. "A hundred years with you sounds perfect." "Then let us make sure we both survive tomorrow to start counting those years."

Each generation pushes further, demands more, refuses to settle. That's progress. Late that night, back at the pack house, Sera and Dante sit on their roof one final time. "Twenty-four years," Dante says. "Since you came back to Crimson Hollow. Since we claimed each other as mates." "Best twenty-four years of my life." "Even the parts where we almost died? Multiple times?" "Especially those parts. They led to this." Sera gestures at everything—the thriving pack below, the integrated town beyond, the world they've helped build. "We took the worst moments and made them into something beautiful."

"You are mine." I blushed instantly before my brain registered his words again. "What? You guys talked for just fifteen minutes. Isn't this a life-and-death situation? I think you need more than fifteen minutes." "That's the most we have ever talked with each other. Trust me. Fifteen minutes without bloodshed is more than I could ask for with them." I shook my head in disbelief. He is saying there is a truce between them. I think they are all thinking they have a truce because they didn't end up killing each other even after spending FIFTEEN minutes together. These men are twisted in their own way.

"Over 500 years of existence, and you still don't know how to compliment women." Sephora tried not to jolt at his words. She'd heard it quite a few times now, but now it had only just sunk in. Ambrose was over 500 years old? It explained a lot, about his experience and about wanting to protect his people. He was immortal after all, so she suspected him to have lived for a long time but… 500 years! He must have been alive during The Great Purge, if that was the case. The thought made Sephora shudder.