Eight Years Novels & Stories

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?"

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.

Bisola began to laugh unnecessarily. The previous Eight day was the best day of her entire life, because everything about her life changed completely during the past Eight day, her life took a total turned from just an Orphan to someone who found Love, and also about to became an Entrepreneur. Bisola smiled again and looked up in the air.

A single look at Selene and he was able to detect Selene's bone age, attainment, and many other aspects. After confirming that Selene was only eight years old, a look of surprise came over him as he exclaimed, "An eight-year-old supreme saint?!" No words could describe the sheer amount of shock that he felt!

Dharani POV ************* 8 YEARS LEAP ............ I am so happy with my husband and my children. My life has changed so much in these eight years. Things that I never expected to happen with me, took place. It's been 8 years since me and Akash got married and 8 years since all my dreams came true. In these eight years, all I have experienced is pure joy and heaven. My professional as well as my family life is running very smoothly and successfully.

“𝑰’𝒎…8…” “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 8 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅?” 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔.

he asked, voice rough. Melody softened. “She’s tough,” she said. “You can feel it. She’s been running on fumes and spite for how long?” “Eight years,” Jimmy said quietly. Baylee’s head snapped toward him. Eight years. Eight years. Her throat closed. She’d been seventeen. She’d spent eight years thinking she’d watched them die.

I had planned to tell him over lunch that I’d quit my job, to finally draw a full stop on our eight-year relationship. But that was not going to happen now. Kit grabbed a red paper bag, picked up the jacket hanging by the door, and rushed out. Just then, the picture frame that had hung by the doorway for eight years suddenly fell to the floor. Glass shattered across the tiles. I glanced over. It was a photo of us at our first concert together. Our hands were clasped together, grinning like we had no care in the world. That night, he had promised me that no matter how busy life got, he’d take me to a concert every year.