It's Been 84 Years Novels & Stories

Jamie agreed, nodding. “When was that?” I asked. I had an idea of how old he was, but I didn’t really know how long ago we were talking about. Jamie replied, “Well, I was born in 1868, so… a long time ago.” “Wow.” Even though I’d seen pictures of him from the turn of the last century, I couldn’t imagine almost being a witness to the Civil War. “I can’t really wrap my mind around that,” I admitted, shaking my head. “I mean, I know you’re even older, Aaron, but still….” He raised his eyebrows at me, and I felt really silly again, all of a sudden. I hadn’t meant it as an insult. Apparently, these old people didn’t like to be reminded of their age. “Anyway,” I dragged it out like it had six As,

“Eighteen—no. Seventeen-something?” Henderson closed his eyes. “I swear to God, Noah, if you say 1776, I will retire today.” I smirked. “So it’s not 1776?” Someone outright snorted. Elena. Elena laughed. I snapped my gaze to her. She caught herself, pressing her lips together. But her shoulders were still shaking. Something about that made my chest tighten. Henderson sighed in defeat. “Jesus Christ. You’re going to get yourself guillotined, Carter. It was 1789.”

"That was 50 years ago. Surely, you're not petty enough to hold me accountable for something from half a century ago?" "Fifty years ago? It was clearly just yesterday!" Gemma huffed, puffing her cheeks in frustration. In response, Murphy pulled out a calendar and pointed to the year. It was 2074. "How could it have been yesterday? Today is 2074. Evangeline might already be long gone, so let's forgive her, shall we?" Gemma blinked in confusion. What did Evangeline have to do with this? He was the one who orchestrated the whole charade!

They stood, staring at the huge building. Miranda and Gerald looked at each other and laughed out loud as if what Estelle said was a joke. “What?” She frowned, confused. Gerald smirked, “Estelle, dear, our Moore has lived for so long. No one knows his actual age and he never told anyone.” “Really? How old is he then?” She had never thought to ask him that. He seemed to be in his mid twenties, late at most. “He was over two hundred years old when Harvey knew him and he had already been living for a long time then.” Miranda continued. Estelle’s eye bulged at the information. Over two hundred! How could someone live that long?

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?!”

I sit on the chair in the room's coffee table, anticipating her answer. "Oh right! About fifteen to sixteen years. Honestly, I suck at numbers." "There was a battle sixteen years ago?" I inquire. "Yep, between our pack and another's. In all honesty though, I don't remember much about it. I was a baby back then and Chris was in grade school so we don't remember much. Mom and dad never mentioned anything to us, even the pack elders."

Cathy asked as she munched on the cake. "Forty years!" "Whoa!" Craig yelled in surprise, Cathy pushed her mouth to his ears. "Their marriage is even older than you." "That is not true," Craig said, Cathy, placed her hand on her waist. "Yes, you are twenty-nine right, so it's older than you." "Stop it!" Craig tries to stop her. "Come on are you not a baby, Craig is a baby, baby, even the marriage anniversary is older than you." "Cathy stop!"

Bisola nod her head, she picked up her phone which was beside her on the bed, she checked the time again, and it was just five minute to twelve midnight. “Hun, this One Hundred and Ninety Two Hours was the most eventful time of my life, it was the time when my life took a drastic change, at first it was gloomy, but in the end it gives birth to joy. Thus I am reborn as from tomorrow, and tomorrow date became my new birthday.” Bisola said to herself.

Ryder looked at the ceiling. He thought. He looked at his notebook. He wrote a number. He turned the notebook toward Nova. She read it. She looked at Jax. He read it. The kitchen was completely still. The number Ryder had written was not seven. It was not eleven. It was considerably larger than either. “Eight hundred years,” Blake said. He had apparently been listening the whole time. He was still drinking his orange juice. “A lot can happen in eight hundred years.” He said it the way he said everything — directly, without drama, as an obvious truth that the room had apparently needed someone to state.

she responded. Kira and I shared another horrified expression, “And what year did you get kidnapped?” I asked her, “um” she started before searching her head. “20… 20..oh yeah! 2016!” she laughed, “I remember because my dog was turning 8 that year I was preparing a nice…” She paused, “wait what year is it?” she asked. “2024” I replied. She gasped in shock and sank to the ground, “you mean it's been 8 years” she asked in a very low tone, I bent to where she was and helped her up.