Eight Years Novels & Stories

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After that, I exchanged a few polite words with them before seeing them out. That night, Liam called me. He said I should go with them to meet the wedding planner the next day. My fingers tightened around the phone. Part of me was greedy for the sound of his voice. Another part of me was almost afraid of it. After all, it had been eight years since I had heard him like this, alone, on the other end of the line. Eight years ago, I used to hide under the covers every night and fall asleep listening to his low, warm voice.

In front of everyone, I tore off the veil I had worn eighty-eight times. This time, the relationship was finally over.

" Finally, I turned around. I looked at the broken man kneeling before me—hollow, wasted, nothing like the person he used to be—and I laughed bitterly. "Dan, do you know how many days I begged you? Twenty-eight. "The doctor called you himself. He told you her condition was critical. He told you there was no more time. "And what were you doing? You were enjoying the ocean with Valerie and Theo. Chasing the Northern Lights. Checking off one wish after another for someone else's son.

He sighs and closes his eyes. “You've been gone for four years since you were 18.”

His eyes were bloodshot, but I couldn't tell if it was from exhaustion or something else. "What do you mean by that?" he demanded. I turned to face him fully, my voice cold and steady. "Irvin, how long have you known me?" His brow furrowed, but he answered automatically. "Eight years." "Exactly," I said, holding his gaze. "Eight years. Not eight days, not eight hours—eight years." "Since I was 18, and now I'm 26. It's been eight years." He opened his mouth to respond, but I didn't give him the chance.

, Her grandma pulled her into her arms as she rocked her back and forth. "Nana-", She cried and looked up at her grandma with her big doe eyes. “He-he-he isn't coming, right? He won't come near us, right? He won't-he won't kill us the way he he-killed Mama and Papa, right?", "No, my dear", The woman patted her eighteen-year-old granddaughter's back softly. “He won't find us",

he added, emphasizing the last word like it carried a secret he didn’t want to name. “You are a bad boy,” Jaden said finally, both of them bursting into laughter, the sound filling the cab and mingling with the soft hum of the city outside. “I really missed you guys,” Caleb said, voice dropping to a whisper as he leaned slightly closer to Jaden, eyes softening. “Can’t wait to meet them. It’s been eight fucking years.” “Eight years, darling,” Jaden mimicked, matching Caleb’s whisper with exaggerated seriousness, making them both laugh again.

Four years later: It has been four years since Camille came into their lives, and now her birthday is just around the corner. As the month unfolds, excitement fills the air in their home. They can hardly believe how quickly time has passed; it feels like just yesterday they were cradling their tiny baby. Now, she’s a lively four-year-old, full of curiosity and laughter. With her birthday just a few days away, they are busy planning a special celebration, eagerly reminiscing about her first steps and words, and looking forward to making new memories as they mark another wonderful year in her life.

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.