Tender Years Novels & Stories

I'll talk to him later, and everything will be fine. "That's the problem with the younger generation nowadays. They can't endure hardships or stomach any criticism. @Lucas, aren't you going to rein him in?" Uncle Liam's wife, Ava Smith, shared a link. "Ungrateful People Will Only End Up in a Dead End."

Her family looked so happy together in the moment. Turning to look at her sister beside her, Cara found a sad smile on her face. Tara reached up and wiped a tear from her eye before pointing in front of her. Cara looked in the direction her sister had pointed, she saw her brothers racing by in the backyard on their matching red bicycles. They were laughing and encouraging her to try hard as her father held the seat of her little pink bike. Cara remembered this day. This was the day that her father had taken her training wheels off. This was the day that she had learned to ride like a big kid. Shesmiled as she watched her little self pedal along and then her father let her go. She remember th

"I said panicking. Yes, Adya started working earlier than me as I was not in the right state of mind back then. The dreadful incident happened to me when I was in my final year. So I took a break for a year. "Sir why do they want this? First, they preponed the meeting, and now this demand?" Adya asked.

I find myself asking curious what they all found so funny. “So obviously Lala here has always been sexy as fuck and never really looked her age. Kind of jelly that she has a baby and still is smoking hot! But when we were younger, some guy in the army was following her through the mall hitting on her. She turns around and goes let’s play a game, never have I ever”, the girl says as she bursts into uncontrollable laughter. I can completely see how someone had mistaken Amory for being older than she was. Even I thought she was older when I first met her because she carried herself so maturely and was voluptuously developed even at a mere eighteen years old.

Zane stormed toward me in fury, but the moment he saw my face, all the color drained from his own. Ten years had passed, and he had grown much heavier. Back when we were in the orphanage, food came in fixed portions. If you wanted to be full, you had to fight for it. He had been small and thin, often unable to compete with the bigger kids. So I would grab him and run, snatch food, and stuff it into his mouth first—only after he said he couldn't eat anymore would I put any in mine. Even when he went abroad, he was still skinny, standing beside Samantha like a pitiful little quail.

He chuckled, "March 25, 2011. You even reminded me this morning that tomorrow's your birthday. Don't tell me you've forgotten already?" '2011?' I froze, my mind racing. Then, I pinched my thigh hard. The pain was sharp, almost bringing tears to my eyes. This wasn't a dream. I'd gone back to 2011 when my mother's death was still a raw, gaping wound, and Anton was my rock and solace. Back then, I depended on him, wishing I could be with him forever. ... "Erica." Anton's voice pulled me back from the precipice of my thoughts.

Amelia's lip parted slightly as different joy was building up inside her, it was an unspeakable feeling. " But miss there's a problem Miss " Mr Jones muttered under his breath. Amelia's face dramatically changed from sweet to sour, like a child who was happy to take sweet but ended up tasting sour. "And w-what is the problem Mr Jones? I think I only have forty minutes to enter the party or else the invitation is going to be invalid right? " Amelia said. Checking the invitation in his hand and the time ,it was exactly the same with just forty minutes left to enter the party or else his efforts would go waste, Mr Jones couldn't help but to shake his head as how celebrities act like God .

She was sobbing from the other end, but trying as much as possible to make sure Austin didn’t notice, but he could hear even the sound from her heart. “ Elena baby! You know you got me right?” “ It not as easy as you think! I was just fifteen back then, hungry, scared and alone. There not even a single shoulder I could rely on, I was desperate, I needed any form of comfort I could get, I just needed a way to get away from home, away from step mom and I made the worst mistake of my life……..” Her voice broke down, these time she was sobbing loud enough for him to hear her.

He was unshaven and haggard, his eyes shot with red, his fingers trembling uncontrollably. "Abby." He pulled me into a tight, desperate hug, letting out a sigh of pure relief. For a dizzying second, I was thrown back to the early years of our hustle together. I'd gone to another city to bail him out of a jam, and he had held me just like this. He'd clung to me, whining like a child. "When we finally get out of this life, we'll get married. I'll lock you by my side every day so you can never leave me again."

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.