Tender Years Novels & Stories

Let me just say she's the positive one, And gist can never finish from her mouth. Sarah Okoye, tallest among us. This one is a mad woman on her own. The girl is something else. She's somewhat reserved and keeps to herself. But that doesn't mean she's quiet or rude. And when this girl begins to read, you'll be the one crying and begging her to stop.

He made sure not to raise his voice enough that the people seated at neighbouring tables would hear. Tiffany, however, seemed to have no such qualms and slammed her fork down loudly on the table. The plates and glasses clattered. "I am not a child, for your information," she said, "I am nineteen years old, Mr. Gold. That is adulthood by many laws, including ours, in case you didn't know." Shawn scoffed. "Oh please, age has little to do with maturity." "Clearly," she spat, and they both sat glaring at each other from across the table.

"Listen carefully. I have my own life. I won't revolve it around you, nor will I ask for your compassion. "This isn't out of stubbornness or spite; I truly want to build my future with him." I had once bitterly wondered why Jade ended up taking my place, but I came to realize that true love never kept anyone waiting forever. An unresolved story spanning 20 years could only bring regret. Wesley had sacrificed 20 years of friendship for an assistant he'd known for just two months. So, what reason did I still have to hold on to the past?

The tough decisions were Helen's to make. The following day, Chloe strode into the office and handed in her resignation. When she got home, she began to sift through the mountain of photos that chronicled the trio's shared history. Over twenty years of friendship had produced album after album of memories. Childhood games of house with Andrew and Stephen, middle school award ceremonies, college road trips... Each photo brought the past to life, as if she could step right back into those moments. However, those days were gone, and they did not matter anymore.

He is a perfect gentleman. They arrived at the prom. Charlie opened the door for her and held her hand as they walked to the gym. When they walked into the door the music was loud. Everyone was on the dance floor dancing. Charlie escorted her to the dance floor for their first dance. She was nervous. This was her first dance. She had practiced at home with her father. She only hoped she would not step on his toes. As they were dancing her dress was trilling, just as she had dreamed about. She felt like Cinderella at the Ball with her prince. They danced all night, and she did not want the night to end. It was perfect. She still could not believe it was true. This was a High School year that

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.

Kane froze, "what are you saying?" "I want to know your stand about us. Are we getting married or are we not getting married? Whichever it is, I will like you to let me know. I can't have people believing that we are engaged to be married and at the end you won't marry me. You are Kane Boron, girls flocks around you and I'm pretty sure a lot of them wants us not to marry so finding someone else won't be hard for you. This betrothal of us has been on for twenty three years now, my age, where is it going?"

“When was that?” Sir Lacson pondered before answering, “I think that was 20 years ago. I can remember it because it was the time I just graduated from college… By the way, why do you have this picture of hers? Do you know her?” he excitedly asked. He is sure that she would be exceptionally beautiful even in her old age. Tyron was startled at this sudden revelation. If it happened 20 years ago, then Everly should be in her old age by now. But, why does she looked like in her 20s still?

The safe distance between us vanished in an instant, and the faint scent of her perfume surrounded me. My breathing nearly stopped. As our eyes met, the fragile tension that had existed between us for years finally lay exposed. "Nathan, it's been four years. Don't you think it's time you gave me an answer?" I tried to push her away, but Fiona didn't move an inch. "Move back first." She pressed her lips together. "You're going to tell me 'next time' again, aren't you?" My face grew hot. Looking at her, it felt as though all the courage I'd been holding back suddenly burst free. I leaned forward and kissed her.

“Slit a cut over his abdomen, I want his entrails to slowly come out so I could draw them,” He shook his head, shedding alligator tears to stop me. Does he forget that I stopped feeling a long ago and his tears are bringing nothing but satisfaction to my heart? Poor thing. Yet, he’s going to be a prime example for those, whoever is out there, considering betraying me, will have to go through worse than this. When my man slit his intestine, his slow yelps satisfied my soul as he was dying of agony. The flood of blood came through his abdomen to my feet as I dipped my brush in it and used it to make his internal organs.