Eight Years Novels & Stories

Then, a wave of grief and pain hit me like a landslide. "My baby… Where's my baby…" I looked at Dad and Edward with desperate, pleading eyes that still held a glimmer of hope. They parted their lips and couldn't say a word. I understood what that meant. The baby didn't make it. A sharp, blinding pain tore through my chest, as if something had pierced straight through my heart. In the end, eight long months of carrying, longing, and waiting had all come down to nothing.

Dad watched in silence, then lifted his glass and whispered to the empty place, "Danny, happy new year." Joe and Lyra followed in unison, "Danny, happy new year." Outside, the fireworks bloomed again, lighting the sky with the same brilliance and joy as last year. Only I was gone forever. That snow at the rest stop had frozen an eight-year-old me to death—and with me, it had frozen a family's heart. Some mistakes could be mended, some wounds forgiven, but some losses remained forever. Melted snow never returned to its first shape, and a vanished life never returned to those who had loved it.

We let it stay. David brought tea. The evening settled around us. Eight years old. Just beginning.

she said and I smiled as I nodded slowly. "Me too" I replied with a sad smile. "How's school?!" I asked. "School is good, I'm taking some special self-defense classes" she added excitedly. "I hope it's not strenuous," I asked. "I could ask Auntie Katie to cancel!" I added. "What am I Eight?!" "I'm in the university for crying out loud," she said and I laughed. "I'm sorry I didn't realize you were that old already" "Well now you know, and I can take care of myself"

I asked him for confirmation. “No, ma’am. I am Eight. I turned three days ago. And now I am going to miss my best friend’s birthday. She and the mister that came to visit us were going to bake a cake and he was bringing ice cream to celebrate.” Matus said, lighting up, talking about his time back at the orphanage. Before, sadness clouded his facial features again. “Umm, Matus?” I began, wanting to ask if he was sane. “Matus, how is it that you look so much older than eight?” I asked him in the most warm, sweet voice I could muster.

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!”

I am 18, not 16. ----------------------

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.