My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

“Yeah. I’d love to hear.” He looks out at the water, his voice softening. “It all started when we were six…”

Indeed, I was starting life from square ZERO. Thinking of that made my eyes sting and my heart ache. The question was: where do I even start? It was early morning. Sunlight poured through my small window, casting a soft glow. My stomach rumbled. Hunger had been a constant companion these past few weeks. Those worms in my guts had no idea my pocket change would vanish in a blink. Still, through all my ups and downs, there was one person who made me feel hopeful. And you know what? It was him. The elegant, aged, handsome god I’d been with at the club.

I initiate the conversation, trying to break the uncomfortable silence between us. “I’m thinking,” he replies, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “About what?” He shifts his eyes towards me. “About how different my life could’ve been.” My brows narrow at his words. “What do you mean?” “I never really had a chance to enjoy my youth,” he admits, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. “When my parents died, I had to grow up fast and take on responsibilities I wasn’t ready for. Your father... he was there for me when I needed someone, but life still hasn’t been easy.”

He watched me for a second, as if debating how much to tell me, or maybe if he should tell me at all. “I was twenty-one,” he began. “You’d have been… eight? Maybe nine.” Something about him saying my childhood age made my stomach twist. “I enlisted because I didn’t have anything else. No family. No backup plan. Just… nothing. The army was the only place where nothing meant something.” I swallowed. “You don’t have to tell me—” “I know. But you asked.” He went quiet again, staring out the window, and for a moment I wondered if he’d changed his mind. But then:

What in the world will he need when all of it was in me, right? Way back when I was young, I thought my life was meaningless and dreary. But that fucking gone when I met him. At first, I thought of him as a sex toy. Just shove my dick, deposit my cum, and leave Keatton alone. But days go on, and years have gone by, damn. My heart started to feel something from him.

“I was barely twenty when the war started. I was teaching in a nearby village at the time. I was not an established warrior yet and hadn’t been called to have a rider, so I was not eligible. I never had a chance, anyway, because the war ended, and no one was left.” Now I’m narrowing my eyes at him. A soft blush creeps over his cheeks and the bridge of his nose, and for a moment, he looks incredibly young, boyish, even. Like I’m getting a glimpse of the young man he was when his entire world ceased to exist. “Are you a virgin?” “Naomi.” I try to close the distance between us, but he walks around the table away from me, keeping his eyes on mine. “Tell me how it worked.”

are you going to tell me who sent you? Because this is all too suspicious to me that you show up after my attack. I’m grateful you found me. I just want to know who I should thank.” He looked at me with such respect and affection and spoke. “At first I dreamt of you. That’s saying a lot due to the fact I haven’t dreamt in over a millennium. My dream felt so real that I thought I was awake. I could actually feel you, smell you, taste you. It wasn’t till my dream was interrupted that I figured out it was a dream. I couldn’t wait to sleep again so that I could see you again in my dreams. And lucky me I dreamt of you again the next night, and I felt the pain I could hear your screams that you r

『 AUDREY 』 "I started doing street fighting when I was 14." Cayden started. I licked my popsicle and nodded. "That was when my dad... started losing his gambling addiction and took money from me." He continues. "So... one day, don't ask me how or why, someone came up to me and asked if I wanted to start doing street fighting. He led me to an alley and I saw as everyone punched and kicked. So he taught me how to fight and... I found it interesting."

the youth gave a hollow chuckle, "For fuck's sake. I didn't know my 'trait' was so amazing until you helped me." The more the youth spoke... the more his expression brightened, the more the middle-aged man's nose soured up. What he saw wasn't a teenager that shook the federation. He only saw a boy trying to fight off a group of indignant pursuers for a stolen wristwatch. "You could have spared her..."

“I’ve been trying to understand myself since I started feeling it.” “When did you start feeling this way?” He huffed. “A very, very long time ago.” I frowned. “How long exactly?” “When we were young… in college… dreaming about having you even if I had to share you with him.” “Wait… what?” I sputtered.