Una Eternidad Mas Tarde Novels & Stories

she says with an excited expression, and my mouth falls open. "What," I squeak out She pats my hand." Relax, honey." "Breathe." I nod quickly with wide eyes. "You and your mother are my only descendants. And I could not be more proud. You have so much untapped potential, my dear, and before you leave, I will help unlock it for you. After I do so, your immortality will activate. You won't stop aging until 25, but after that, no more. If all goes to plan, you and my ex-mates will rule the human realm until the end of time, unless you wish to return here, which you can. I, of course, have to allow it, but after all is well, I don't see a problem with it. Now I know you must be thinking that thi

“The child does not belong to the pattern.” Eternity is a sequence of hunger and consumption, It is a long, dark thread that pulls the fabric of the physical world into the mouth of the abyss, we have tasted the souls of kings, the screams of stars, and the hollow echoes of those who thought they were gods.

“No, you weren’t the first. But, you were the first in a long time. Perhaps your punishment was too harsh. I cannot change the past but I can try to better the future. Your life on earth must come to an end, dear child but considering all the pain and suffering that you have had to endure, you deserve to be happy in eternity. “When you and Garin return to Harlem, you will find that the segregation between angels and demons there is no more. You will be able to spend your eternal life with the one you love, as will the others.” Garin looked at Hannah and she at him. It was an unexpected turn of events but it was a good one; a very good one. It was a good deal, and they were both willing to ta

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

And years from now, I would come to relive the worst of my nightmares, those memories embedded deep in my soul, with no hope of release. My eternal prison.

Complained Beverly after her release. "We will do it all the time. Until we lose track of time. It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow. Because we have a lifetime just to make love like now, right? " Beverly nodded, affirming Jackson's words. The woman then said. "I love you, Hubby." "I love you too, my sexy wife!" The End.

They all are welcome with a smile. Till I come your way again, I love you, keep loving you, always loving you and forever loving you. Just love all the way. Bye- bye- kisses muahhhhhh….

Always. The wind died down. And just like that, the voice faded away. The End.

We were trapped in an endless cycle of pursuit and death, all because of one woman's delusional entitlement. "There has to be a way to break it," I said desperately. "Some way to sever the connection." Mr Blake was quiet for a long moment, staring into the flames. "There might be," he said finally. "But it would require Margaret to let go of her obsession willingly. And after five lifetimes of feeding her hatred..." "She'll never let go," Thomas finished grimly. The cottage fell silent except for the crackling of the fire. I closed my eyes, trying to process everything I'd learned. The weight of multiple lifetimes pressed down on me, memories of love and loss spanning centuries.

It felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.