Una Eternidad Mas Tarde Novels & Stories

I felt so happy. "She is so tiny!" Raymond exclaimed as I giggled. I couldn't ask for more. A happy family. Everything. In the end, I realized, 'There's no couple like us. We are different from everyone. Because our relationship is based on obsession not on love. We are each other's obsession. I was an idiot for not to realize that little thing that our obsession is our love for each other. Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION.' THE END

Time to end this one way or another. ***

“One time is already enough. From now on, I’ll be more honest with you. I'll be willing to fight for you more courageously. We’ll be living a long life of forever, aren’t we?” “You know,” Zeth said out of the blue. “I never really believed in it before—the concept of forever. Everything in this world is finite, even our lives. Everything is bound to end someday.” “And even if I do still think that the world is finite, I know that our love will never be. Because even if everything ends, even as I take my last breath, and even if I am reborn into somebody else, I know that I’ll be spending those times loving you.”

Not after eternity. The two embrace and then lose themselves in that soft kiss that only they know how to give each other. The smell of their skins, after eternity, seems not to fade. It's like they've always been there for each other. And with that kiss they seal that love that has transcended beyond death. Amazing, right? They look into each other's eyes as they lose themselves in each one of them, allowing themselves to be enveloped by the other. Dylan strokes his hair and wraps her hands through his strands, and thus the two are united for eternity.

"Maybe..." "Yeah," Emilia nods. "Maybe they can. Maybe immortality doesn't have to be as lonely as you think. I'm sure there are plenty of things one could do to make eternity enjoyable. I mean, it's like you said. Just think about all the things they could do and see. They have all the time in the world, and what do they have to fear? They're immortal, they can't die. They have all the chances that life has to give."

Octavia wondered. "Stay in your lane till the contract is over" he added and she nodded. He made to leave when his phone beeped. She watched him bring out his phone before his face contorted in a frown. Marcus exhaled, whipping his head to her. "Get ready, there's a party tomorrow." What? Octavia was shocked. So soon?

Have you always lived in America? I wanted so much to touch his soft-looking hair, I wanted so much... — I only remember a little more than eighty years of my conscious life... And only there, in the church of Ultima... Her walls... I've always been there..— I moved closer. The coolness coming from Dean was pleasant, even though it wasn't hot outside anymore.— Their world is beautiful... The world of people is very beautiful...— Falling asleep, I heard a quiet singing. — Sing me to sleep

There was no time to change her mind. She stood in the middle of the room and started swaying. People thought she was going to dance but in reality, she only moved around swaying while looking at the golden hairpin. After about three seconds, she opened her mouth and sweetly sang one of the melodies from her home. The eunuch was so dumbfounded he wanted to clean his ears and listen to what she was singing again. The completely different language added a more dark undertone to her song but it was really moving. She looked so sweet and yet so vicious that the eunuch could not help but shudder in fear. Her voice really was not bad.

"I can not stop. If I am late, she’ll tell your grandmother I’m incompetent. And we both know Mrs. Grant is just looking for a reason to get rid of me." Ethan didn't move. He looked at me, and for a second, the frustration in his eyes mirrored my own. He reached out, his thumb grazing the back of my hand on the silver handle. The contact was electric, a sharp contrast to the cold way Victoria had just spoken to me. "Meet me in the wine cellar tonight," he muttered. "After the house goes quiet. Eleven." "Ethan, we can not continue doing this, it’s risky” "Eleven," he repeated, his eyes intense.

“The elders speak of you like you’re a living legend. It’s an honor to finally meet you.” He offered his hand, and I shook it. “Thank you for coming to get me.” “The honor is all mine,” he said, taking my bag. “The Academy elders are very excited to meet you.” In the car, Julian pointed out the sights of Vienna. “The air here is pure. It enhances a blood-healer’s abilities,” he said, gesturing to a distant gothic spire. “That’s the oldest Fountain of Eternal Night in the world. Its energy is purer than anything in North America.”