Eight Years Novels & Stories

"Killian, this is Oliver. And the little one here is Lilith." "I'm not little." She charged, staring at me like I was her crush and Hope had embarrassed her in front of me. "I'm five." She stuck out her five fingers to me and counted them. "One, two, three, four, five!" Her face grew red with frustration. Dramatic, just like your aunt. Hope chuckled. "Kids, meet your uncle Killian. He's going to babysit today." Her eyes were on me again. "Please be gentle with them. They have really big mouths."

Then, a wave of grief and pain hit me like a landslide. "My baby… Where's my baby…" I looked at Dad and Edward with desperate, pleading eyes that still held a glimmer of hope. They parted their lips and couldn't say a word. I understood what that meant. The baby didn't make it. A sharp, blinding pain tore through my chest, as if something had pierced straight through my heart. In the end, eight long months of carrying, longing, and waiting had all come down to nothing.

I guess this was the Eight day rule they always talk about after heartbreaks. No matter how hard life is, every after rejection or heart break take eight days to heal. Life had been nothing but a shithole to me. I had gone through countless rejections. And every time it took me eight days to get my full self back, and cussing actually works, it worked with me. Even if I went back to being miserable I had cussed out and blamed life and blamed humans. Life was so unfair I questioned my existence and questioned why I had to go through all this while others bragged about how fair it was to them. They had people loving them, senior workers and company heads loving them, parents loving them and me

Chapter: 1 ****** ALTAIR: 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.

I had fought cancer for eight years. I had waited for Liam for eight years. My greatest wish had only been to see him one more time. Now I had. That was enough. Goodbye, Liam. I love you.

But then, over the phone, I heard a voice in the background—sweet and familiar, "Papa Dan." It was Valerie Kinder's son, Theo. Theo told Dan he'd already helped him check off twenty-nine items on his bucket list. Only one was left—seeing the Northern Lights. "Papa Dan," Theo chirped, "this is my very last wish. Will you come with me?" Dan's heart melted on the spot. He said yes without a second thought. Then he turned back to me and said, "Lynn, don't overreact. I already checked—it's just one day. It won't affect the surgery.

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.

"Count again," "Two," Smack. "Three", Smack. “Four," Smack. “Five," Smack. "Six", Smack. "Seven," Smack. Her voice came out as a tired whisper. “Eight," Smack. “Nine," Smack. “Ten,"

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.

"You don't need to thank me. I've always known you were the perfect woman for me. And when you turn eighteen, I have no doubt you'll step into your role with even more grace and power." I couldn't resist teasing him, with a naughty smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, you'll see. In just 8 days, I'll officially be an adult, and you're going to enjoy every bit of it." Levi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's so special about turning eighteen?"