Tender Years Novels & Stories

Zavir: These girls are impossible to understand! First, it’s “don’t rush me,” and the next moment I’m being blamed for not moving things along! I have to admit, Tanya has changed a lot. For an adult, three years might not mean much, but for a teenager… three years changes everything. I hadn’t realized that my Tanya had already grown into a full-fledged young woman of nineteen.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

He brought Annabelle to a nearby steakhouse instead, and slowly began cutting up the meat for her as he told stories of himself and Madeline when they were together. Annabelle was still a little girl, and she didn't understand what love or empathy was. However, she knew that whatever they'd done in the past had deeply hurt Madeline. Also, she learned that Madeline was not an ugly freak. Instead, Madeline was the most beautiful woman in the world. Annabelle suddenly recalled how Madeline used to care for her and spoil her when she was younger. Tears then gathered in Annabelle's eyes. However, there were no do-overs in life, and she would never be able to go back in time.

‎Chapter 44 ‎The Garden Years ‎ ‎Talia ‎ ‎The years after we let go were gentle. ‎ ‎Not in the way of endless summer—there were winters, storms, losses—but gentle in the way a well-worn path is gentle underfoot. Familiar. Kind. The manor settled into a rhythm that felt like breathing. ‎ ‎I was not gone. ‎

I wondered how they managed to keep every single details away from us all these years. Everything seemed like a movie that was just played right in out eyes and Tiffany and I have been so oblivious of major incidents making up the movie. Tiffany was having an outburst but it was very understandable being that she was hearing a very sensitive thing. Her eyes were already glassy and her voice got lower even as she screamed that this wasn't possible. "None of this," Tiffany sobbed. "Hiding all of these isn't fair to me atall. It isn't fair," she sobbed and turned away. "Tiffany," I tried to call but she was covering her face and running away.