The Eight Novels & Stories

"Christine, don't leave me. I know I was wrong. I realized it too late. Let me love you. Give me a chance to make things right." But I stayed still, unmoved. "It's too late. I'm tired." His brows furrowed as he stepped closer. "Eight years ago, you crawled into my bed, got pregnant, and married me. And now you want to walk away? Is this some kind of push-and-pull game?" I stared at him in disbelief. I'd thought he finally understood. But the way he saw me… was still just as selfish as ever.

Looking her in the eye, Eight said, “You are a badass, Thirteen. You got this!” Devon gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then hopped out of the back of the van. “I’ll be parked two blocks away. Meet you at the rendezvous point,” whispered Eight before slamming the back door shut. It was time. Game on. * * *

Rayka grumbles. “Good evening everyone and welcome to this magnificent event.” Richard begins to speak. “In our life, 8 seconds may mean nothing, but for a cowboy, 8 seconds on the back of a bull is like an eternity, it takes only 8 seconds for a cowboy to be considered a hero, in 8 seconds one will be defined the best. To face those 8 seconds takes an insane courage, a fearless bravery that few men have in this world. With you Sovereign.”

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27 My 18th birthday **Elizabeth's POV** * "Warning, everyone must follow the rules of the game. Do not mess with me." Brandon stopped her. Abby's chest rose and fell in anger. Clear slap marks were left on her face. Tears fell from her eyes. "Just wait and see, Dummy. it will be your turn soon." Abby threatened me. "Next question. How do you make eight eights add up to 1000?" asked Brandon. This problem should be hard for Abby. But for me, it is a piece of cake.

Lena translated. Mira smiled. She said something brief. Lena received it. "She says you have been calling it seven," Lena said. "She says it has always been eight." She paused. "She says eight is why the first friends maintained the practice even when the function was absent." She paused. "The eighth expression requires the function's presence to receive what it carries." She paused. "Without the function the recognition practice had nowhere to communicate to." She paused. "With the function returned the eighth expression can complete its designed function." She paused. "Which is." She paused.

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His gaze settled on her beautiful face. His chest tightened with a familiar ache. So she did remember they had been together for eight years. Then why had she never tried to change before? He had taken ninety-nine steps toward her. All she ever needed to do was take the last one. For eight years, he had waited. And now that there was nothing left to save, she was finally willing to move toward him. But he had already decided to turn away. He shook his head. “Fiona, maybe we should just—”

“𝑰’𝒎…8…” “𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 8 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅?” 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔.