Eight Years Novels & Stories

And I explain. All of it, or most of it, the version that is true without being everything, which takes forty minutes and two coffees and Tiara asking no questions until I finish because she has always known when to listen and she listens now with her hands around her mug and her chin slightly forward and her eyes on me the whole time. When I finish, she is quiet for a moment. "Eight years," she says. "Yes," I say. "You've been running for eight years," she says. "Because of what you are."

I guess this was the Eight day rule they always talk about after heartbreaks. No matter how hard life is, every after rejection or heart break take eight days to heal. Life had been nothing but a shithole to me. I had gone through countless rejections. And every time it took me eight days to get my full self back, and cussing actually works, it worked with me. Even if I went back to being miserable I had cussed out and blamed life and blamed humans. Life was so unfair I questioned my existence and questioned why I had to go through all this while others bragged about how fair it was to them. They had people loving them, senior workers and company heads loving them, parents loving them and me

Chapter: 1 ****** ALTAIR: Altair sat at his favorite spot by the little pond, feeding the fishes gathered around his feet. They nipped on the bread, tickling him and eliciting laughter. He cherished these tiny companions, finding solace in their company when his parents were absent after his school days. While he longed for his parents, he understood the demands of their work. His eighth birthday was approaching, and he anticipated it eagerly. Turning eight meant training with the older children, a prospect that excited him. He yearned to build his strength to confront the boys who often taunted him.

Micheal barely suppressed his laughter, while Jack's reaction was even more amusing—he was literally facepalming. “Lilian dear, what does your father think about this?” Yvonne’s voice crackled from the device. “Daddy and Jack are boring. They said I’m too young, but I’m four.” “Almost four,” Jack echoed Micheal’s earlier correction, earning an eye roll from Lily. “Hmmm… okay, I think we should talk about this when you turn thirteen, maybe,” Yvonne suggested gently. Lily counted her fingers from four to thirteen and then exclaimed, “Eight years! I’ll wait.” She agreed adorably.

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.

Mandy sensed that something was wrong between them, so she quickly sent everyone else out, leaving Fiona and Lucas alone. After a long silence, Fiona finally spoke. “Why won’t you marry me? Isn’t this what you’ve wanted for the past eight years?” Lucas met her gaze calmly. His expression was steady and composed. “Yes. It’s what I wanted before. But I don’t want to marry you anymore.” “You chased after me for eight years, and now you’re saying you don’t want to marry me?”

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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