Tender Years Novels & Stories

He shouted loudly, trying to catch my attention in the distance. "Explain this to me! Are you all playing some kind of joke on me?!" His outburst drew the attention of nearby guests. But the hall was filled with noise and chatter—his voice never reached me or Devon. Lauren let out a cold laugh and sneered, "What's there to explain? Mason, do you even know how many chances Madison gave you? Can you count them? For eight years, she guarded your promise and waited. You didn't want to get married—that's your business. But what right did you have to make her wait for a ninth year?

(Alex’s POV) I sat still on the edge of Anna’s bed, thinking about everything she had just said. A ten-year contract that forced her to stay married to Richard. This was much worse than I thought. “How old were you when you had signed this contract?” I asked before I could stop myself. She hesitated. “…Nineteen.” How could Richard have done this? He had trapped a nineteen-year-old girl in a marriage she could not escape. When did my son become such a...

I asked him and he smiled lifting his gaze looking at me. "These kids nowadays that's all they do," Ms Tammy mumbled disappointedly as I opened the refrigerator. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Thanks for reading ❤️‼️ Hope you enjoyed the chapter ❤️‼️

XERAPHINA “Thank you so much for this, Xeraphina. I’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel wanted, to have fun of any kind. I’ve been in a rut for ten years now. You have brought back my youth.” “Oh, come on. You’re only twenty-eight. You are not that old Tilly.” “Actually, I’m nearing twenty-seven.” Halting, I glance at her, my face scrunching up in confusion. “What did you just say?”

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

But then, laughter would break that thought apart… my children’s laughter. Tessa had adjusted faster than I expected. She’d always been an old soul, though I sometimes forgot she was still just a child. New York fascinated her, it was like she knew she was born here, the towering buildings, the museums, the parks. Ethan, on the other hand, was oblivious to geography; for him, happiness was Noah lifting him high into the air, making him squeal with delight.

Ten years into my marriage to Joshua Ford, heir to the largest fortune in Kingsbury, I receive a video. The footage is shot inside a car. The video is shaky, and the sounds coming from it are vile. When I hold up my phone to confront him, the moaning is still echoing through the living room. Joshua's expression remains calm. He just shrugs like it's nothing. "Younger women are just fresher. Your health isn't great, so I wouldn't dare push you to try anything wild. But everyone craves a little excitement, right?" I freeze in place, my arm going numb from holding up the phone. "That's your explanation?" Joshua doesn't answer me. His gaze drifts over me with casual indifference. "The truth

Zack’s gaze drops to the poem Anna is pointing at, his brow furrowing slightly as he reads the title. He leans closer, getting a better look at the poem, his initial skepticism giving way to curiosity. The title itself seems simpler than some of the other abstract options they have been looking at. “Coloured,” he repeats thoughtfully. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.” His fingers trace the short lines of the poem on the page. The poem appears to explore the relationship between being lively and spirited and age. “So, you want me to analyze this one for you,” he asks and looks up at her brown eyes. Anna nods, “But first, you have to find your love poem and analyze it, then copy over the analysis

" Screaming and crying, Mom lunged toward the corner, desperately trying to piece her phone back together. But the scattered components were already beyond saving. "You're the vile one! That's your own son we're talking about!" Uncle Arnold frowned and put down his fork. "Trevor, maybe you should give Julian a call. Three hours without moving really is a bit—" Dad shot him a displeased glare. "Arnold, don't tell me you're falling for that sentimental nonsense too? Julian's just lazy and waiting for me to go get him. "If I cave now, all the hardship from before will have been for nothing. This is called psychological warfare, understand?"

RAVENA A few days later... It was just over a week before I turned eighteen, and with that, Marina and I would finally leave that backwater, never to return. My God! I couldn't believe it was so close, that the dream we had fought for our whole lives would finally come true.