Generations Novels & Stories

Adora realized she might’ve spoken too bluntly. She grew a little flustered, awkwardly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. After pressing her lips together a few times, she tried to explain. "Six years isn’t that bad, true, but… we’re from different generations." Louis’ expression darkened further. That somehow made it worse—like she’d just signed him up for a retirement cruise. Seeing his face turn even gloomier, Adora scrambled to fix it. "I… I didn’t mean you’re old. Actually, maturity in a man is a good thing. It’s just... the generational gap…"

It was even so strict that it could cultivate dead soldiers from generation to generation! Moreover, this person’s father could not be the first generation of dead soldiers because his mother was the daughter of another dead soldier. That was to say that he would be at least the third generation of dead soldiers. What was the concept of three generations?! Judging from his age where he was in his thirties and if each generation had a span of twenty years, the time span of these three generations would exceed at least seventy years! Even Porter, who was aside, was also stunned.

“Simply put. My life and yours on paper. Or at least as much as people can find. It’s very detailed and some of it is embarrassing and I’m not sure you are old enough to understand it all. Or if it’s a subject I think you should be trying to deal with until you are older. But that could be me not wanting to make you deal with it too soon. One day I’ll let you see it all and let you decide what you want to believe. Maybe by then, we will know more and you will be able to understand it better than me then.” “You’re talking about the stuff with my real dad?” “Among other things it seems. I am trying to understand it all before I talk to your great grandparents.” “What’s the difference between

“Gate Master Tyr, you have not answered my question. Which elder’s son are you?” For Zillion and the others, the people they looked down on the most would be the second generation of Six Doors, the children of the elders in the organization. This was because the elders were the most rotten part of Six Doors. Those b*stards enjoyed and reaped the benefits the organization received. They had the power and strength to make a change, yet they refused to work outside and just leisurely stayed home like lazy worms. And the second generation was even worse. Born with silver spoons in their mouths, they got everything they wanted without lifting a finger. Yet, they were influenced by the bad.

Not just to my grandmother but to all of us. The gift of second chances and new beginnings and family healing across generations.

she said. Her voice steadied. “These are generations.” King’s expression shifted. Aria turned slightly, pointing at one of the suspended fragments. Within it— a civilization. Then another. Then another. All different eras. All different worlds. All unknowingly touching the same invisible system. “Every generation,” she whispered, “thought they were building power.” Her throat tightened. “But they were reinforcing a structure they couldn’t see.” King’s jaw clenched. Aria continued. “Every war. Every heir. Every prophecy interpretation.”

Then, he was eight (8). Cole was moved to tears as Joann pulled out the bones of fish for him. "Hey, are you okay son?" Joann asked. "I am okay, its just that since I was little, mum and dad hardly had time for me. We never had dinner together they are always busy with work saying its the legacy they will leave me with." Cole said sadly.

"I'll have you know, my lists and my bullet journal keep this family on track. Maybe your guys would benefit from it - you never know. Some of them might put my sticker game to shame. I'd concede it, ya know?" A loud giggle escapes her lips as I roll over onto my back, pulling her tightly to my chest, relishing the feel of her hands as they caress my stomach, before tightening around my waist. Her leg hitches on mine, and if this were any other morning, I might try to convince her to let me slip not only my finger inside, but my dick, too. Our time is broken up into eras now. Before the attacks and after the attacks. It's how everything is referred to. At least by myself and the VP of our cl

Chris said with a smile. "The gap between you and me is already wide." Paige could not resist turning back to retort, "Three years make a generation gap, which means there's a two-generation gap between us."