Two Hundred Years Together Mga Nobela at Kwento

From two fractured souls to parents, partners, and now, once again, expectant of new life. Two years of togetherness. And it felt, impossibly and beautifully, like the very beginning of forever.

The silver in the grass caught it. Two hundred and twenty-three people. The second council done. The repair complete. Vassa lighter in the Den. The witness acknowledged. The founding ground breathing. Three hundred years. Done. Finally. Done. And still the work continued. As it always would. As it was always supposed to. Building. Always. Building.

"It's been two years, Adler." "It's supposed to be forever." She shrugged. "Fate thought otherwise. "

“Very well, let us make more than 10 bottles, and let us visit this place once a year and make more. That would assure you that 50 years is not enough to prove that my love is undying.” Zane was speechless of how much of a sweet talker her husband had become all throughout the 2 years they have been together. A year with her memory loss and half a year after the war, and now they have known each other for 2 years. They look forward to more and hope that things will get better the longer they stay together. TBC Maple Writes Don't forget to leave a comment, share and give me reviews for me to know if there are things that I should improve with and change at the same time. Have a good day. Enjo

"But you're 365 or 366 years old!" "What's your point?" he asked, confused at my outburst. I gaped at him, not knowing how he couldn't see the wonder in the situation. "You've been friends for over three hundred years?" I asked, trying to clarify the situation. I watched as Sol nodded his head and pulled me back toward him. "I suppose so… It doesn't feel like it at all though." "Three hundred years," I breathed out. "I can't imagine living for three hundred years. God, the things you two must have seen together…"

“But he still touched what was mine!” “It was two hundred years before we met!” I pinched the bridge of my nose. Henry was chuckling beside me, shaking his head. “These two never fail to amaze me. One hundred years later, they are still fighting like jealous teenagers.” “I’m not jealous!” Nolani growled, replying to Henry. “Well, I am damn jealous!” Tauri second firmly, “You knew it, but you still kept it from me.”

"We act like it. Together." Kael looked at me for a long moment. With the expression of someone who has heard something that has moved them and has decided, this time, to name it. "You are," he said, "the most extraordinary person I have ever known." I looked at him. "You've known a lot of people," I said. "Two hundred and sixty years." "Yes," he said. "I know." I held his gaze. "Together," I said. "Together," he said. "Always."

She added a new bench—one for her and Nathaniel, with a small plaque that read: "Together for fifty years. And counting." "We're going to be the couple that everyone talks about," Nathaniel said, reading the plaque. "Let them talk." Victoria took his hand. "We've earned it."

she comments. “Why?” She shakes her head. “It’s been twenty years. I have moved on…” Apparently he hasn’t. My mind is a tangled mess… But I must find out. “What was your relationship with him like?” I ask, hoping she will say something to ease my heart. “He was my best friend…. Perhaps even more,” she begins. She goes on to tell me how they moved to the States together. They didn’t know English and spent most of the time together. “Our families were close and our struggles were common…” My heart is beating fast as she tells me more and more. But words barely register in my head.

He sensed a familiarity to their relationship, a familiarity that only comes to those who have known each other a long time. "Two hundred and fifty years," Allen said with a wry grin. His grin faded a little when he thought of how they had met. He decided to elaborate when Sebestian expression turned to concern, probably in response to the look on his face. He thought about where to start, deciding the beginning was probably best, with a sigh.