Two Hundred Years Together Novels & Stories

Three hundred years of fear sitting across from ninety-one conscious choices and the thing they had built together. And for the first time in all that time, both sides of a very old argument finally willing to read the same page.

Lizz said, coming up and grabbing Rowina’s hand. “Yes, yes of course child, sometimes I see yourself much wiser than myself about these things” Rowina replied, a small smile appearing on the edge of her mouth, “You are correct, who knows, I may see you back here in the next hundred years.” Hearing them speak so casually about one hundred years made Rex shudder, he was still getting accustomed to the idea that he may live for another few hundred years, with a shrug of his shoulders, he added in, “Well yeah, who knows.”

Chapter 20: Clea 20 years later "Sir, Clea didn't go to her school today, her teacher just called and was looking for her, she also didn't go to school yesterday," Amy said, their made, a young woman with an age of 25. Grey became a successful businessman after what happened 20 years ago.

That's how you survive two hundred years. You make sure you benefit regardless of outcome.

She asked her in an angry and demanding tone. "Why are you accusing me falsely, Vivian? I never asked Grey to love me. He did that from his own heart and I did too and I do not regret it. Grey and I have come a long way, that's what you do not understand," Maya replied. Vivian scoffed. "You have known him for only ten months. It's not even up to a year. I have known him for twenty four years!" She said raising her voice. Maya smiled sadly. If only Vivian knew that they've been together for more than five centuries and have been trying to reconnect since then, until now.

We leave the penthouse together, heading toward a confrontation that's been building for twenty-eight years. And whatever happens in Vermont, nothing will ever be the same after today.

And for the first time in twenty years, the twins were finally moving toward each other. The game wasn't about the company anymore. It was about blood. And blood always finds its way home.

“More than that, I can’t believe it’s been that long. It feels as though it was only yesterday that we were at the academy together.” Anatol nodded with a grin. “Unfortunately we’re not that young anymore,” he replied. “And our pact has only grown older with time.” “Stronger, too,” added the scrambled man. “Without a doubt. Neither of us would’ve ever achieved what we have without the other. And now here we are, each of us with our own troublesome youngsters to teach, to mold. Both our families have come a long way since then. I can’t wait to see what the next thirty years will bring us.”

It all felt like a dream, but fortunately, it was real! In ten years, 20 years, and 50 years, Austin and I will always love each other... END...

Twenty years of becoming. Twenty years of proving that autonomy and deep commitment could not only coexist, but could create something extraordinary. Anya drifted toward sleep with a heart so full it felt like it might burst. The harvest had been rich. The roots were deep. And the next twenty years — whatever they would bring — would be faced the same way they had faced the first twenty: Together. Intentionally. Freely. With open hands and even more open hearts. The story was far from over. In fact, it felt like it was only just entering its richest chapter yet.