It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

"That is a long story and not the one I'm calling about." "Where are you." "St. Petersburg. I have been here for twenty years." Her voice was precise. The voice of a woman who had been sharp her whole life and age had not touched that part. "I watched the news today. I read the piece your journalist wrote." A breath. "I am eighty-one years old and I have been holding something for forty years and I think it is time I stopped holding it." I looked at the curtain. "What did Aleksei get wrong," I said.

I am confused. “You wouldn’t believe me,” “Really? Try me,” Our eyes meet and he sighs, “I’ll be 244 years old in a couple of months,” 24 years—wait, he said 244 years old?! I thought. My eyes widen in surprise at his answer before trying to seek for a lie. “You’re lying.” “I’m not lying,” “So, you were born in the 18th centuries? You were born in—“ I pause before using my fingers to count, letting him stare at me in amusement. The way his eyes spark at my behaviour seems to humour him, “—1776?!”

8 years later It has been eight years since the incident, Evelyn was now the trash of the pack, she has fallen so low. The scar is now the biggest part of her personality. Evelyn is now 26 years old and has no mate, that's to say her mate didn't appear before her and that was her only chance of healing. They said if her mate is a strong Alpha she will be healed, but unfortunately for her, she had no mate. People started to say that maybe the scar scared the mate off. Her brother hardly looks at her, only her parents still have unconditional love. Funny even in all this mess, Evelyn missed Blake, she wants him every day, she wakes up every day hoping it would be the day she will see him. It s

he responded. "Good. Because that scared me," Tracy said softly. "It did? So you care that much about me?" He asked. "Of course I do. Who is going to make me feel special and book a whole restaurant for my sake when you go? So you see? No matter how twisted it may sound, you don't have the right to die. At least not in the next eight years," Tracy said. "Eighty years? But that's far away. I'm thirty-two years old now, so the next eighty years makes it one hundred and two years, that is if I'm alive to see that day," Henry said.

Eight Years Later Nikki and I have served this pack for 29 years and time has been good to us all. I can’t say that I would ever wish to have a rogue attack, but the one on the night of the blood moon all those years ago pointed me straight into the arms of my Little Bee. We went through hell and back to be together but I believe that made us stronger.

"Don't tell me you're running from the truth now." "I figured you deserve to know, after all that's going to be happening tonight." He said, buttoning his shirt back up. I frowned, puzzled by his words. "It's been over eight years since I got this and it still isn't completely healed up." Eight years? It happened that long ago? Until now, I was never really curious about Dante's age. I had always known he was older than I am but I never really thought about how much. There was a look in his eyes like he was reliving the whole experience over again. It piqued my interest, made me want to know more.

Lord Montclair, if your birthday is on every leapyear; how old are you really'? He grinned. 'That's a secret'. 'You're 10 years old, perhaps'. 'Ha'! He scoffed. ' I celebrate my birthdays on the 28th of February of the 1st of May if it's not a leap year. So I am allegedly an adult'. 'Hmm. Mhm'. I smiled, unconvinced. 'You wouldn't understand' he said, shaking his head at me. 'What did you get me'? 'Its a-'

If it meant she lived to see six, seven, eighty years old, I'd do whatever it took. "Four years," I whispered. "Four years," Dante agreed. The countdown had begun.

Her memory stays alive for every generation that follows. Forty years. And counting. Forever and always. Loving her. Honoring her. Staying there was her request. That reason keeps me going. THE END

"Soo, guys. Now we know each other. I guess I wanna know all about you." The Betas causally agreed and gave her the green light to answer her questions. "Okay. How old are all of you? Which era did you all come from?" Scarlett asked initially, placing her play card on the table. "Well, you already know Nicki and I are from the Civil War in the later 1860s so..." Sapphire made a quick calculation in her head. "...around 160 years." "Gadiel?" She turned to the tall fit blonde next to her.