Tender Years Novels & Stories

Tife Okuwobi, ID number; 40515176, email; lamefacebook72@g***l. com. GoodNovel company. Dear GoodNovel Application Company, Request to remove my novel from your application. My name is Tife Okuwobi with the ID number; 40515176. I have a novel entitled "One Thousand Years" on your application. I wrote a letter to you some few weeks back about terminating the contract I signed with GoodNovel company and I was sent a reply for the agreement.

Occasionally, I felt intense contempt for Brandon. He lavished money on innocent girls, compensating for his past inadequacies. So, many people wanted to please me, and information about these girls flowed to me like water. Most of the girls were "one-time uses" for Brandon, with only a few lasting a month or two. Only Luna had been with him for a whole year. I could tolerate it and pretend nothing was happening. Nonetheless, Brandon's action crossed a line I had clearly drawn.

The skin under the fingers, was coarse, not to talk about delicate, obviously only in her twenties, her body, every part, showed the vicissitudes of the years. Fingers slid over her eyebrows that had not been repaired, I have to say, her eyebrows, can still be seen three years ago belonging to Jane Tong's shadow, and touched under her deep dark circles under her eyes, and finally, slid to her lips, very rough to the touch, there is no twenty-something years old belonging to a woman's watery tenderness and smoothness....... Really, every part of her body, are engraved with the Traces of age. His line of sight, slowly down, fell to her body, he was thinking, if you can cut open her body to see

Waylon Isabella is a sixteen years old smart girl with a skinny welt built curving body. Light in complexion and has long curling blonde hair, which fitted her face with dimples around her cheeks. Her face dazzled like that of an angle with sparkling eyes, with a straight noise and succulent lips.

] I turned off my phone and watched the scenery rushing past the window. This city held memories of my youth and love, but now I wanted to bury those memories with my own hands. On my first day in Gardenia, I threw myself into work. A new environment and a new project; being busy was the best distraction. Josh sent countless messages. Initially, these were explanations and apologies. However, they later became accusations and complaints. Josh: [Zoe, you're too impulsive!] Josh: [We've been together for ten years! Can't you give me a chance to explain?]

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

And a bit of desperation making it higher than usual. “Of, course not. Elsabet. How could you hurt me? You’d have to believe in love, in being united in spirit, in mates. You’d have to believe that I could love you. And yearn for you to love me back, for your words to cut me. Wouldn’t you say?” “I feel like you’re being unkind.” “I?” He shook his head in disbelief. Rounding on his heel. “Twenty years you’ve been in my care-”

That wedding—so grand that the whole city had envied her—had been nothing but a lie from the very start. Her hands shook as she opened the screenshot Amber sent. The pale glow from the screen lit her equally pale face. Line after line of cold text pierced her eyes like poisoned needles, each one stabbing deeper until they blurred with pain. Her heart, shattered so many times before, had only just been patched together—and now, with one blow, it was pulverized to dust. She realized, with sick horror, that she had been a mistress for ten years. Ten whole years. From 17 to 27—the brightest years of her life, all wasted on a man who had never truly made her his. How ridiculous.

“Next time, I won’t be so gentle.” I shivered at the promise, already craving whatever came next. As we caught our breath in the warm night air, I couldn’t help but think… The age gap didn't matter....

I say. "My sister is going to be at your bridal shower?" Liam asks with a frown. "Yeah, what?" I ask with a smile, I know he's going to be all big brotherly. "I know what goes on during a bachelorette party or a bridal shower as you're calling it baby and my sister is still a kid." Liam says. "Liam she's 19 years old, she isn't a kid anymore." I say rolling my eyes at him. "She still can't drink." Liam says.