It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

Dharani POV ************* 8 YEARS LEAP ............ I am so happy with my husband and my children. My life has changed so much in these eight years. Things that I never expected to happen with me, took place. It's been 8 years since me and Akash got married and 8 years since all my dreams came true. In these eight years, all I have experienced is pure joy and heaven. My professional as well as my family life is running very smoothly and successfully.

“They removed them?” Tapping my finger on the table, I looked up at him. “They did a lot more damage than just remove them. But in essence, yes, they were the ones removed them.” “How long…” Charles smiled up at the waitress as she placed our food down and I took the opportunity to finish the first drink I started and move to the second. “Let’s see.” I closed my eyes. “Eight years? Give or take.” He coughed on the bite he put in his mouth. Grabbing his water, he gulped it down to clear his throat. “Eight? I’ve heard about them from Silas. How did you survive eight years?”

Thomas was still recording, narrating under his breath for the benefit of the future viewer that the yes had taken ten full seconds and that he had counted them himself and that Dad’s face during the counting would need to be reviewed later for educational purposes. Laurabeth’s eyes were wet and clear. The band sat between my fingers and the claim that had survived empty coffins and locked drawers and a decade of residual war. She had made me wait for the full ten seconds. She had said yes in front of a ward. The paperwork would follow. The court processes would be moved. For the moment the only document that mattered was the word she had spoken and the ring that was about to return to the h

“How old are you guys?” Do I want to know? “Twenty two,” Kallen spoke finally, running a hand through his hair. “I’ve waited four year for you Doll,” He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but to return it. Silence beat through the air and I looked at Everett who studied me closely. “I’ve waited seven years Valerie,” His voice low and quickly doing the mental math, I tried to not let my blue eyes bug out of my head too much. “Twenty five?” I practically screeched. “As in two five?”

Claude said, pulling my attention. My lips twisted in rage. "Yes, finally." I raised my glass in salute. "To being able to do my family duty. It's only taken, what?" I tipped my head to the side as if in thought. "Twenty-eight years, right, Father?" Silence descended.

"There is a difference and it is the difference between a coward and being remorseful, and I have never been able to claim the second. I could have stopped it at any point across sixty-one years by walking up those stairs and saying one sentence to any Alpha of this pack. I did not, because I would have had to explain what I had already done, and because every year the number of names behind me got larger and the sentence got harder to say." She held the ledger out. "Ninety-four is what your son's people counted. It is not the number. The number is two hundred and forty-one, from 1904, and every single one of them is in here with the date I gave it and the date they died, because I have kept

Twenty-eight years. She writes: I am forty-eight years old. Twenty-eight years into the second life. In the first life I was forty-seven and I had three years left and I did not know it and I was not paying sufficient attention to those three years. In this life I have been paying attention to every year since I was twenty.

I know it's him making me feel this way but I don't care. His ice-cold hands take mine and he pauses for a second before saying, "I have been trapped in this house for 104 years." He looks away, as if dreading my reaction. And he's right because I quickly calculate the numbers in my head and whisper, "104 years ago would be 1888." Holy shit.

the confused man asked back. “Um…I’m sorry, but I can’t seem to…remember.” The man looked her up and down, then slowly shook his head, as if deciding there was something wrong with her. “It’s 1789, of course. And we’re not even close to New Year’s, so you really have no excuse,” he said, shaking his head derisively, and marching off. 1789. The reality of those numbers raced through Caitlin’s mind. She recalled that she had last been in the year 1791. Two years. Not that far off.

She shakes his head closer to the fire. "SORRY SORRY SORRY!" He yelps. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME." She yells. He takes a breath and stays silent. "Malcom Vandenberg... Fifty seven years old-Wait a second! You almost made it to fifty eight! I couldn't forget your birthday in a week. December thirty first... New Year's Eve. Fun fact, you have the same one as my father! Amazing day for a birthday, don't you agree?"