Eight Years Novels & Stories

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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.

If he died after a few moments of freedom, he will gladly embrace it, for it is his final wish, to have his FREEDOM back. “Mom, Grandma, Ruruo, I think I'm coming with you, please wait for me” A lonely figure in the dark, slowly fading away, and its hands fall on the side. 8 YEARS PASS (one year in ABO is 10 years, so 8 years may pass, but the counting continues as 80 years) The little house was in chaos every morning when it's time for school, and because it was Monday, the triplets who look exactly the splitting image of their mom were closed to losing its breath from calling their names, when his savior came into action.

Luca’s eyes dimmed, and he kept his head down for a long time. “I’m sorry for what I did to you. I came looking for you because I know I was wrong, and I know you won’t forgive me easily.” He raised his head, speaking with absolute sincerity, “Just give me one more chance. After all, we were together for a decade. You still have feelings for me, don’t you?” I snickered. Feelings? They were gone a long time ago. My reaction made Luca freeze. “Are you done talking? If you’re done, stop bothering me. What is a decade supposed to mean to me? I still have plenty of decades ahead of me. I don’t love you anymore, do you understand?”

he said to the schist. Not to us. To the schist. I looked at Amara. She was looking at the pavement. Her expression. At the boy talking to a rock. Telling it he was coming to see its origin. The way you told category eight things what was happening. Because the category eight things deserved to know. "Yes," she said quietly. "You are." He kept walking. Eight days. The origin visit. The schist in the pavement. Five hundred million years. About to be visited by a six year old with a survey notebook and the specific understanding that origins were important.

"Please sign the documents if there are no further issues," Samson said. Ingrid's shoulders slumped at once as she stared blankly at the contract before her. "You don't have any way out of this anymore now that things have come to this, Ingrid. You can return Gaby to me now." "Jordan Newman! How could you do such a thing to me! We were married for eight years! How could you—" "Don't spout this nonsense with me anymore," I cut her off, not interested in listening to her rambling. "I just want my daughter back. We don't have anything to do with each other anymore."

And then the construction, the building rising on the slope in the correct dialogue with the gradient, the rooms stepping down, the weight-bearing room at the hinge, the east bedroom above with its single window. He thought about January. He thought: January will be the eighth year's first month. The eighth year. He thought about eight years at the bus stop. He thought about eight Octobers. He thought about the texture of eight years lived differently from the years before them. He thought: I cannot see what the eighth year holds. I know only what the seventh year taught. He thought about what the seventh year had taught.

Eight weeks to gather enough evidence to destroy Viktor’s empire. Eight weeks to save her babies from being sold. Eight weeks to survive.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

I replied. "At least I'm older than Joan with 7 minutes." I, Joan and Jordan are triplets. *smiley face* Jordan was born 3 minutes before me, then Joan was born 4 minutes after me, making Jordan 7 minutes her senior. But she hated hearing that, I hated it too but she hated it more. And sometimes Jordan always used it to misbehave. That boy can be stupid all the time. "Bros abeg shut up. Be arguing about seniority there. See as long as we were born on the same day by the same mother, we are all mates so just carry your useless facts somewhere else."

"One day, you'll meet the guy of your dream, and then you'll see why it never worked out with anyone else." "You mean it." "I do." I wiped her tears. She smiled and hugged me one more time. "You're the best sister." "So are you, miss potty mouth." I chuckled as she did too. "Aunty Nina." The girls hugged her. "Exactly what I need." She hugged them. "Liv and Georgia will stay little forever right?" Aaron picked them up. "No." They said as they hugged him. I laughed. "There's still eight more years, before we have teenagers."