Eight Years Novels & Stories

Eighteen is a special birthday for many. My eighteenth birthday is special for different reasons than one would think. Eighteen signifies adulthood, but I’m not so sure adulthood is important to an immortal. It’s not even that I have all the time in the world to grow up. Ever since I started going on missions with my dad at fourteen, I’ve grown up. When you learn to reap souls, and one of your grandfathers is Death, well, you grow up on faster.

Perhaps Liam's presence served as a poignant reminder of the family he had lost, prompting him to form a unique bond with my child. "Mommy, I'll show you my new fighting move and win against Uncle Alex," Liam declared with determination. I hugged my son tightly. "I'm so proud of you, Liam. Go beat him for me!" With great enthusiasm, the two of them rushed toward the center of the pack ground to engage in their playful battle. I watched from a distance, a smile gracing my lips, as I marveled at how swiftly time had passed. My child had grown into an 8-year-old, full of health and curiosity, radiating a bright and infectious personality. I couldn't help but feel grateful for the joy he brought

my mother asked sleepily. My father stared at her fiercely and she didn't even flinch. “I won't allow it!” “Why won't you?” I said along with my mother. “He's older than you are!” “Oh my!” I said ironically. “Three years apart is really something!” We were silent and stared at each other in fury. My mother seemed to find the scene amusing. “You're fifteen, Manuela!” “And he's eighteen.” “Exactly!” “What does that have to do with it? You are eight years older than my mother. EIGHT!”

EIGHT YEARS LATER~~ Valerie's POV Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, sweeties! Happy birthday to you!!!! "Hurray, my cutie pies are seven today" I said in excitement, taking turns to hug Jaden and Jordan as a cute smile formed on their faces making them look irresistible. Tears welled up in my eyes as I recalled eight years ago when I had clearly denied the fact that I was pregnant. Back then I never knew I could pull it off but I did, thanks to Kenneth by our side.

I sаy. Kеith is gооd аt а countless numbеr оf things, which is dаmn impressive. I hired him eight yеаrs аgo. I'm just оnе yeаr older thаn him. Hе is twеnty-fivе аnd I'm twеnty-six. "Оkаy so...." hе trаils оff.

With their gorgeous and young-looking faces, they're saying that they're older than her and even older than her aunt! “M****a!” she cursed, she thought she might have eternal youth in this place. Only to find out from a book left by the scholars of Rendor which she read later on, that they only have 88 days in a year. This means they age four times faster, but only in number. She knew she can't tell them her actual age from the earth, ‘How many years has it been? I should be in my late or mid-twenties now, so...’

"Relax brother, you will find her soon, it just a matter of time." "It has been eight years Aiden, EIGHT fucking years! And I still couldn't find her!" Jayden yelled. The second son of Blackfrost, Carson, who stood at the right side of Jayden, began to speak, "But in each year, new women will reach the age of eighteen, if you haven’t felt her presence at the moment, it probably because your mate hasn't matured yet." Jayden sighed, "You probably right Carson, besides I am not the only one who passed eighteen and is still single, both of you are."

"I think so. So tell me, how are you going to get home now? Where do you live by the way? Do you live far away?" He smirked as he uncorked the bottle of water and took a few gulps. "For someone, your age, you're pretty smart and inquisitive." She slapped his arm. "What do you mean someone my age?! I'm Eight and I'm no longer a child." "Hmph. Who said you're no longer a child? You're just different. Special and kind. You're the kindest person I've ever met. You live around here?" "Yes. My house is not too far away. Wanna come over?"

Four years later: It has been four years since Camille came into their lives, and now her birthday is just around the corner. As the month unfolds, excitement fills the air in their home. They can hardly believe how quickly time has passed; it feels like just yesterday they were cradling their tiny baby. Now, she’s a lively four-year-old, full of curiosity and laughter. With her birthday just a few days away, they are busy planning a special celebration, eagerly reminiscing about her first steps and words, and looking forward to making new memories as they mark another wonderful year in her life.

Mom is two hundred and seventeen. - Stop! Stop, stop, stop... I have to digest the previous figure. - It's okay, here's Leo ... - Elya pointedly drawled, waiting for a reaction. - And to him? - Lily still could not resist and asked. “Three hundred and eighty-four years!” - she said pathetically, enjoying the effect. Consciously or not, Elya avoided the mention of Arnar and changed the subject: - Are we going for a walk? Mitya promised to take us to the forest.