Una Eternidad Mas Tarde Novels & Stories

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.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

“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.”

“Mr. Colombo—let me go! We all witnessed it. Time of death was recorded. If you don’t believe me, go to the mortuary. See her yourself.” The words finally broke through. Slowly, his fingers uncurled, falling limp at his sides. I wanted to reach for him then. To tell him it was true. But all I could do was watch, unseen, as despair hollowed him out from the inside. “She promised me…” His voice cracked. “She promised me forever.” His teeth sank into his lip until blood ran red down his mouth, a mafia prince unraveling into something raw, feral. And still, he whispered like a man possessed: “She’s not gone. I’ll prove it. I’ll see her myself.”

Forever his. THE END

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