Face Time With Eight Novels & Stories

I pulled my hand up on my face to prevent myself as I closed my eyes tightly ready to feel the pain but the slap never came. I slowly opened my eyes and let my hands down. My eyes widened when I saw the scar face holding Liam's wrist. "But she slapped me." Liam said offended as tears brimmed the edge of his eyes. I truly hurt his ego and self respect in front of the whole street. This news will roam around the city like a fire in no seconds. "No." The scar face said while shocking his head. Liam snatched his wrist away from his hold and glared at me. "I'll ruin you." He said and glanced at the scar face before rushing towards his bike and revving up the engine. He immediately drove away on h

He was so handsome, with eyes that shone brighter than the stars, always capable of drawing someone in without warning. The moment our eyes met, I saw the faintest blush creep across his face. A strange, unspoken feeling began to stir between us. I quickly turned my head away, cheeks burning, and coughed to change the subject. “I wonder if Professor Nana is disappointed in me…” Before I could even finish my sentence, her voice rang out. “Of course I’m disappointed, you silly girl. You actually took the potion eight times? I don’t recall teaching you to be such a coward!”

He looked at the composite surface section. He crouched. He assessed. He stood. He looked at us. "Eight days," he said. "Until your birthday?" I said. "Yes," he said. "The Wissahickon Valley in eight days." "Yes," I said. He walked between us. At the schist. He stopped. He crouched. He touched it. He stood. He looked at the pavement. He looked at us. "I'm going to see where you came from," he said to the schist.

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.”

There was no turning back now. "It's a deal!" I tapped on my screen. I couldn't resist the urge to seek clarification for something. I asked, "Did you attack Joshua on August 5, 2023?" I got a response within seconds, and the answer filled me with anguish. "Certainly not! I'm innocent!" Immediately, another message came in. "Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!"

I held the side of my face where Ian Murray—my fiancé—had slapped me. It burned like fire. My whole body trembled. Ian looked at me with utter disgust. He wiped the palm that had just struck me with a tissue, as if my skin had dirtied him.

There was an indescribable mystery! Hu Xian shouted in a deep voice, "This is my supreme treasure, Eight Faces! It represents the Eight Gates! I want to see what qualifications you have to be arrogant with us sea demons!" After saying that, the eight skeleton warriors rushed to Caspian from different directions. Their auras were very violent, and even if they confronted a Supreme Master Realm, they would be seriously injured. However, they were facing Caspian! "Slash!" Caspian spat out a word and suddenly slashed out a sharp sword light.

“Myra.” I opened the message. Unknown number. One sentence. THE SECOND REGISTRY DOES NOT CONTAIN SEVEN CHILDREN. Nicholas sighed. “I hate your phone.” A second message appeared. IT CONTAINS EIGHT. My smile disappeared. Then a photograph loaded. Eight names. Seven blacked out. One visible. I stared. Nicholas sat straighter. “What?” I couldn’t speak. He took the phone. Read the name. His face went blank. Because the eighth child wasn’t Ethan.

He can have Sarah to accompany him. The rest of the day I just spent time working and face timed my parents and siblings. I really do miss my family a ton sometimes. At 8:45, with a glass of wine and pizza I sit in front of the tv and start watching movies. My phone started ringing and I picked it up. I saw that I was getting a face time request from an un-known number. Who could that be? I pick it up and immediately Karter is on the screen. Oh shit.

Dad watched in silence, then lifted his glass and whispered to the empty place, "Danny, happy new year." Joe and Lyra followed in unison, "Danny, happy new year." Outside, the fireworks bloomed again, lighting the sky with the same brilliance and joy as last year. Only I was gone forever. That snow at the rest stop had frozen an eight-year-old me to death—and with me, it had frozen a family's heart. Some mistakes could be mended, some wounds forgiven, but some losses remained forever. Melted snow never returned to its first shape, and a vanished life never returned to those who had loved it.