Eight Years Novels & Stories

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.

Anna’s POV 8 years later It has been eight years since that tragic incident and my life has been on a constant downhill. I was now a twenty-eight-year-old woman, living in a crappy apartment, working a job I hated but couldn’t quit either. Every day, I’d throw on this embarrassing miniskirt at the car company, where I worked as a car model just to make a few bucks. But even though I hated my job, it was all worth it just to be able to afford the basic things for my children.

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?"

And I pray every night that it would be in eighties years’ time. THE END.

His gaze settled on her beautiful face. His chest tightened with a familiar ache. So she did remember they had been together for eight years. Then why had she never tried to change before? He had taken ninety-nine steps toward her. All she ever needed to do was take the last one. For eight years, he had waited. And now that there was nothing left to save, she was finally willing to move toward him. But he had already decided to turn away. He shook his head. “Fiona, maybe we should just—”

then I returned the heat to where it belonged as I made him the center of attention once more, "what do you mean ten? Your wolf shouldn't have emerged so early unless something..." A growl that had my soul levitating from my body extinguished any chance I had of completing my sentence, "Twenty-eight. That's how old I am. That's how old we are." "That's still far too old for me," I muttered begrudgingly. Could my father not find someone closer to my age? "Eight years isn't that big of a difference, Red wolf," he was now amused. Was he only a stoic bastard when his brother was around? "You'd be surprised exactly how much eight years

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