Eight Years Novels & Stories

Elena Hart's hands trembled as she slipped out of the back door of her stepfamily’s house. She was breathing like someone who had a panic attack. At nineteen, she was already used to hiding from her stepmother, Lydia who always badmouthed her. She dodged her stepsister, Vanessa's glare. She knew Vanessa never liked her anyway. But fate wasn't on her side tonight as she was sneaking out.

There was an obvious resemblance between them, which Eight once terrorized Nine with but unlike her soul sucking black eyes, Eight's were a soft brown, with pink heart shaped lips, the same dark long hair that glowed like the night sky and a lean figure that she kept perfect and trim with the money she earned for herself since she had been able to repay her debt. She had even gotten a new name, but Nine was too busy to actually find out. Plus, Eight and her were never on friendly terms so she didn't exactly care to know either. Eight walked closer, nudging her feet into Nine's side hard enough to make her wince but not yelp from the pain. "All you ever do is stay in this hole of yours, but w

“Eight years. Royal is way older than you. He’s thirty-seven. You’re twenty-six. Don’t judge me on ages.” “You’re in high school.” “I should have graduated two years ago. At least I’m sticking it out. He’s also single because his ex was too ashamed to tell his parents he was gay. Do you know who has no trouble admitting they are bi?” He pointed his thumbs at his chest. “You’re eighteen.”

Rayka grumbles. “Good evening everyone and welcome to this magnificent event.” Richard begins to speak. “In our life, 8 seconds may mean nothing, but for a cowboy, 8 seconds on the back of a bull is like an eternity, it takes only 8 seconds for a cowboy to be considered a hero, in 8 seconds one will be defined the best. To face those 8 seconds takes an insane courage, a fearless bravery that few men have in this world. With you Sovereign.”

I still drove it all the time. He turned to me and squeezed my knee. “Eight years,” he said. “Can you believe it?” I shook my head. “Time really does fly.” He grinned. “It’s been a good eight years though, hasn’t it?” I smiled back, thinking of the gift I had for him. We were pregnant again, and I planned to tell him at dinner. We both wanted a big family, and after months of trying, we were finally going to fulfill that dream. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

"That's how it is, they'll grow to love one another either way. Mason must be so happy, seeing how they're getting along." Bethany chuckles softly in remembrance. It'll be eight years in a few weeks since he passed on. It'll be three since Martha also left them behind... And in another few months, it'll be eight years since these cat and mouse delights have been born. Eight years old, Bethany's Mason and Eight years old Chara's Cleo Worth. "Where's Arthur anyway?" Chara asks as she finishes the wine in the glass. Bethany chuckles... "He's..."

she mumbled in shock Eight nodded slowly " I used to be, number Eight" ****

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."

After they stood there for more than an hour, Valary’s eyes suddenly brightened, and she said, “I remember something! There’s a time when my father was drunk, and he told me that I’ll be able to enter the room when I know why four minus four equals eight.” Four minus four equaled eight? Aries frowned. “Did you remember it wrongly? It should be four plus four equals eight, right?” Valary rolled her eyes. “I didn’t remember it wrongly. At that time, I found it ridiculous. Although I was young, I still knew about addition and subtraction. Back then, I also asked my father why it was a ‘minus’ but not ‘plus.’ My father just smiled without answering me.” What she said gave Thomas some hints.

“As for Uncle Golding, I estimate that you may be able to reach the state of a thirty-eight or thirty-nine-year-old person.” “As for Nana, I’m guessing that your body will be able to return to the state that it was in when you were eighteen years old.”