Eight Years Novels & Stories

Erran I was eight years old when I learned that your favorite day could easily turn into the worst day of your life. It was on a Tuesday and It was my birthday, I was turning eight. “Mommy!” I ran down the stairs in my pink pajamas, nearly slipping on the last step because I was too excited to slow down. My mother turned around from the kitchen, a smile immediately spreading across her face. “Good morning, birthday girl.” I threw myself into her arms, “I'm eight!”

Sighing, he recalled what happened eight years ago. Arcadia Falls. 17th July 2042 Moving threads of her hair behind her ears, she sat in the park next to an old woman. Her mind was glued to her phone because she joined a social media group created by some of her friends in her school. She was 17 years old and she had a big dream of being fluent in different languages because she loved reading books written by different authors in various languages in the world. As she stood on her feet, she began to trudge to the exit of the park, searching for service.

Then he let out a mocking laugh. “Fiona, whatever was between us ended a long time ago. We’re not even friends anymore. Who I marry is none of your business.” Fiona’s tears fell like a dam had broken. She sobbed, her whole body trembling. Through tear-filled eyes, she looked at Lucas. “We were together for eight years. You think you can just say it’s over and make it over? I don’t believe you feel nothing for me anymore. “Even if you raised a dog for eight years, you’d still have feelings for it. How can you just stop loving me like that? How long have you even known Ivy Quinn? And you already married her?

AUTUMN: Fifteen years ago... Autumn was only 8 years old... We sprawled on the grass. The three of us. Maddox. Hugh. And me. All of us were catching our breaths, after running for a long time in the forest. It was fun and exhilarating at the same time. Maddox said it would be more fun if we had our wolves, but we had not reached our eighteenth birthday, yet so there were no signs of it.

Saved it. For the day when Jake would finally know. For the day when their family would finally be together. That day had come. Eight years late. But it had come.

Sam tells me, turning and marching alone to the car. “This is hard, but he’ll get through it. When he’s in a tough moment, he just pulls away,” Mark whispers near my ear. “When the police return my father, that will be the funeral. A friend told me everything’s scheduled for 8,” he adds, kissing my forehead and disappearing like Sam. I move almost flying, anticipating that Sam won’t leave me behind. Luckily, he’s still there, eyes fixed on the street, gripping the steering wheel tightly, engine running. I climb in, and he accelerates.

"He's eight years older than you?" She nodded. "Yes." And Noah was eight years younger than her, not a big difference to him she was sure, but there really was. "But it's different." His eyes opened wide. "Really? Wow, this should be good." He took another bite of pizza then wiped his mouth. There was a slight kick in his tone now. "Tell me how you dating a guy eight years older is different from me dating a woman eight years older?"

More like relief. She couldn't help but feel a little hurt, but she couldn't judge them. All in all, it had been eight years. Eight years ago A group of six students are seated outside the town's local high school. Their faces couldn't hide their joy. “I can't believe tomorrow we are graduating from high school.” The tall, handsome, brown-haired boy said excitedly. “I didn't think you cared about graduating.” Another boy chimed in with a chuckle. The brown-haired boy turned to look at his friend with a smirk on his face and said, “I don't. I'm just looking forward to meeting new babes in college.” He winked at him.

But it's only four years away. ➿➿➿➿ { 18 years old } I'm not anxious or excited, Rio isn’t either. We're just happy to finally be 18 and finally be able to own a damn car instead of walking everywhere. And I'm pretty excited about the party we're having tomorrow.

"Oh, loads of new friends. I met the pack's kids, so many of them here. This one girl, I think she likes me." I bust out laughing at his antics. "What are you, ten?" He sits up tall smiling. "I'm glad you can remember my age, sis... I'm eight, not ten, and I know she likes me." I give him an incredulous look. "And how do you know that?" He smiles, shrugging slightly. "Because she smells good." That makes me perk up, remembering Sigmund's smell when I first smelled him. It was an original scent only for me. Kea clears his throat and pushes my shoulder. "Where'd you go just now, sis?"