Eight Years Novels & Stories

Eight Years The eighth year began in the specific way the well-built years had learned to begin — with the east wall and the accounting and the particular quality of a morning that knew itself as a beginning without requiring ceremony. Eight years since the gate. Elara stood in the cold dawn and thought about what eight years had produced and what they had contained and what they had cost and what they had been worth.

I frantically rummaged through the drawers. I wanted to find a photo of Vera. But there wasn't a single one. Eight years. Two thousand, nine hundred and twenty days. I hadn't kept a single picture of her, hadn't given her a single decent gift, hadn't given her a single promise, not even a deceitful one. I had chewed up her youth, swallowed it whole, and still had the gall to complain that she didn't come from the right family. "A substitute will always be just a substitute."

"Ugh...I have never been mated...I just turned 18 today." Well now I am very confused. In all of my research I have never heard of such an age gap nor a second chance mate, unless it is a human, being a first mate. There have been a few recorded cases of people over the age of 25 finding mates so that is less concerning. 8 years is a huge age difference.

She said stretching out her arms to show him what she meant. “You are too old for that.” Javan said coming up with another excuse again as they walked down the stairs; he turned his daughter’s face to look at him as he pretended to frown. “How old are you again?.” “I am ... .” Lili trailed off counting her fingers in her hand. “Six ... seven... eight ... .” She grinned broadly showing off a cute smile as she widened her hands to shoe him the fingers she counted. “I’m eight! Daddy! I’m eight!.”

Harlyn – Eight Years Later I look around the room, ensuring that everything I have to do is finished. My gaze goes to where Wayne is standing. It’s strange to consider how much things have changed in the last eight years. The eight years have forced me to change, not just because I was exiled and homeless but also because I became a mother, and well, things like that changed a person. It changed me a lot, and I am grateful for the changes the pups have forced me to make.

I avoided each of their faces, I wouldn't want to see the hurt in there. “ Oh! Why? I really would like to spend today with you, I mean you weren't even there for me when I clock 8?” I snapped my eyes to stare at Shane shocked “ You are eight? ” I asked him surprised, the last time I checked he was seven years old. How come he's eight now? “ Of course. I couldn't celebrate my birthday because you were in coma” Shane replied as tears spilled down his face. I went over to hug him even when I knew he was guilt tripping me into going out with him.

Even though Leena seemed excited about the birthday party for her that evening, Lacee could tell that her sister was still upset with her for forgetting her birthday. It was Leena’s eighteenth birthday, a day they had been looking forward to for months. The two of them had been counting down the days until Leena turned eighteen, and yet, Lacee forgot the damn day.

8 years later It has been eight years since the incident, Evelyn was now the trash of the pack, she has fallen so low. The scar is now the biggest part of her personality. Evelyn is now 26 years old and has no mate, that's to say her mate didn't appear before her and that was her only chance of healing. They said if her mate is a strong Alpha she will be healed, but unfortunately for her, she had no mate. People started to say that maybe the scar scared the mate off. Her brother hardly looks at her, only her parents still have unconditional love. Funny even in all this mess, Evelyn missed Blake, she wants him every day, she wakes up every day hoping it would b

The eighth year was eight and a half months away. It was also, in the way that forward things are present before they arrive, already underway. —

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l