Eight Years Novels & Stories

Yang Tang said as he clenched his jaw tightly with a darkened expression. At the lounge. It was the time the competition was about to commence, everyone was eagerly waiting in anticipation for the swimmers to be brought , mainly for one person to be brought out, as the person was absolutely the reason why a lot of them came, the person was no other than Stanley. "I'll be meeting you again Stanley, It's been a good freaking ten years Stanley"She thought to herself. Amelia was lost in thought as she suddenly became scared with the sudden thought of meeting the guy she left ten years ago until she heard a loud scream, a very loud one which scared the hell outta her.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

I mutter, draining the remainder of the canteen. "I still don't know how they could do something like that to a—how old were you?" "Eight." "What the fuck is wrong with them? Why would they do something so horrible to an eight year old?" My lips are twisted into a grimace at the memories it brings up and I take a deep breath. "Not that this isn't a fun topic but can we talk about something else?” “Like what?” “Like—I don’t know—uh . . . Oh! What do you plan on doing after you turn eighteen?" I suggest.

Anna’s POV 8 years later It has been eight years since that tragic incident and my life has been on a constant downhill. I was now a twenty-eight-year-old woman, living in a crappy apartment, working a job I hated but couldn’t quit either. Every day, I’d throw on this embarrassing miniskirt at the car company, where I worked as a car model just to make a few bucks. But even though I hated my job, it was all worth it just to be able to afford the basic things for my children.

then I returned the heat to where it belonged as I made him the center of attention once more, "what do you mean ten? Your wolf shouldn't have emerged so early unless something..." A growl that had my soul levitating from my body extinguished any chance I had of completing my sentence, "Twenty-eight. That's how old I am. That's how old we are." "That's still far too old for me," I muttered begrudgingly. Could my father not find someone closer to my age? "Eight years isn't that big of a difference, Red wolf," he was now amused. Was he only a stoic bastard when his brother was around? "You'd be surprised exactly how much eight years

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