Tender Years Novels & Stories

"He is a way too young." "It's all about talent and looks, Mr. Merrick." She explained. "My sister is twenty-four, and she has this huge celebrity crush on a guy who is nineteen. Trust me, " She places her hand on her mouth as if she is telling a secret, "She will die for him. She is in a parasocial relationship with him."

" I caught sight of her face on that cover and felt a jolt of something. Her words had gone viral, painting the picture of a designer's fairy-tale romance come to life. People even dug up an old photo of us from eight years ago, huddled under a cramped umbrella, selling our hand-painted T-shirts, all smiles. We were those childhood friends turned sweethearts. I passed up studying abroad to stay and build a life with her. During tougher days, we would stretch a dollar until it screamed, and when hunger hit, instant noodles were our feast. We would dream big in our tiny rental, the future bright before us. Then, we had made it, but somewhere along the way, Macie had drifted.

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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.

Why did Francis waste five years of his life on me, just for a bet? Those were five years of my precious life. For so many years, I was toyed with like a dog. I swallowed the bitter taste in my mouth and checked the balance on my card. Everything added up to only $858. After five years of misery, I couldn't even afford a single plane ticket. All I had was a cheating boyfriend, an empty wallet, and a broken shell of a body. Every single one of them was pushing me towards the abyss. But I held back my tears because the man behind all this suffering was right next to me.

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?]

Stop interrupting so we can finish. "years",she says as a tear slips down her pale cheeks. Fuck me.