Eight Years Novels & Stories

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.”

CHAPTER NINETY-ONE Katelyn woke up before the sun. Not because she had to. Not because Avery had climbed into her bed sometime during the night like she used to when she was younger. Not because of work. Today was simply different. Today was Avery's birthday. For several moments, she remained lying in bed, staring at the ceiling while a smile slowly spread across her face. Eight years. Her baby was eight years old. The thought still felt impossible.

She really was eighteen again. She couldn't believe it. It didn't make any sense. What happened to 48 year old Meg? There weren't any good answers. All she could do was make the best of it. Now she could relive her last year in high school the way she wished she had lived it. She had already jumped off to a good start with Bobby in his car last night.

"You know, sometimes I wonder if you are truly six, because sometimes you talk so maturely that I have to pause to rethink your age." "I'm not six! You see what I've been saying? You don't even know my age; I'm eight! I'm no longer six; I was six two years ago!" he snapped angrily.

AIDAN “Eight years ago was a long time, man,” Jace said from the other end of the phone as I buried my head in my desk, going through the contracts that needed my review and signatures. “Hell, this was more than eight years. It’s close to nine, if not over..” “So what’s your point?” I asked gruffly.

"Where have you been all these years? Do you know how long I've been looking for you?" Howard Quinn yelled at me, stopping me in my path. His eyes gleamed maniacally as I looked worriedly at my son, Charlie Jerome, clearing the trash nearby. Howard's friends stood in front of me, glowering at me angrily. "You heartless woman! How could you be so cruel?" "Do you know that Howard had stayed single all these years because of you?" I ran away eight years ago when I was pregnant. Howard had never forgotten about me, constantly trying to find me. His friends were angry on his behalf.

Eight Years The eighth year began in the specific way the well-built years had learned to begin — with the east wall and the accounting and the particular quality of a morning that knew itself as a beginning without requiring ceremony. Eight years since the gate. Elara stood in the cold dawn and thought about what eight years had produced and what they had contained and what they had cost and what they had been worth.

I frantically rummaged through the drawers. I wanted to find a photo of Vera. But there wasn't a single one. Eight years. Two thousand, nine hundred and twenty days. I hadn't kept a single picture of her, hadn't given her a single decent gift, hadn't given her a single promise, not even a deceitful one. I had chewed up her youth, swallowed it whole, and still had the gall to complain that she didn't come from the right family. "A substitute will always be just a substitute."

"Ugh...I have never been mated...I just turned 18 today." Well now I am very confused. In all of my research I have never heard of such an age gap nor a second chance mate, unless it is a human, being a first mate. There have been a few recorded cases of people over the age of 25 finding mates so that is less concerning. 8 years is a huge age difference.

She said stretching out her arms to show him what she meant. “You are too old for that.” Javan said coming up with another excuse again as they walked down the stairs; he turned his daughter’s face to look at him as he pretended to frown. “How old are you again?.” “I am ... .” Lili trailed off counting her fingers in her hand. “Six ... seven... eight ... .” She grinned broadly showing off a cute smile as she widened her hands to shoe him the fingers she counted. “I’m eight! Daddy! I’m eight!.”