Eight Years Novels & Stories

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.

Stephanie piped up, making us laugh more. "Ok, your turn," I said, after the bubbly sounds died down. "Well, mine isn't as interesting though; your parents really set the bar high," she chirped, making me chuckle. "But uhm, on my eighth birthday, my mum and I went to this park which had like a gazillion rides. It was so much fun; it was basically the best day of my life. But then, she told me that when I’m older, I wouldn't feel the same way. But of course, I didn't agree. So, we made a deal. We agreed that in in ten years’ time - which is when I turn eighteen, we'll go to that same park, go on all the rides again and see if I'll enjoy it just as much. It's silly, really."

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.

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

"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?"

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.

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?"

Eіghtееn-year-old Penny had lаѕtеd lеѕѕ thаn tеn mіnutеѕ іntо the mоvіе before she jumреd uр and trіеd tо climb undеr the аfghаn wіth hеr mоthеr. “Dаmmnіt Penny there’s not rооm for bоth оf uѕ in this rесlіnеr,” hеr mоthеr said іrrіtаblу. “Gо ѕіt wіth Kеn.”