The Eight Novels & Stories

Rita glanced at my wrist and smiled. “My apologies, I didn’t know Miss Benedict was here too,” Rita said, stepping right up to Luca’s side. “I have to meet with a few cartels from the East tonight. I’m worried I can’t handle it on my own, so I–” “It’s fine. I’ll go with you.” Luca answered her before turning to follow her out. When they were at the door, Rita slipped her arm lightly through his. Then, she looked back at me over her shoulder, a provocative smirk playing on the corner of her lips.

Chapter 201 The Eighth Force The word echoed through reality. Love. Auren and Zero stood frozen. The symbol between their joined hands continued glowing. Elya stared at it. “So that's the Eighth Force?” The First Father slowly shook his head. “No.” Auren looked at him. “You just heard it.” “I heard the name.” He looked toward the symbol. “But I don't think we understand what it is.” Kael stepped forward. “Then let's find out.” The moment Kael touched the symbol—

As Eight remembered the brutal torture and experiments he and his twin had suffered, his face hardened. Moments later, Denisa and Aero had finished packing, Denisa was surprised to see Eight alive and well, she had expected the leader to have killed him. " Denisa, Aero, you'll be accompanying Eight to Havilah city" " Leader, is Eight joining us now?" Denisa couldn't keep the excitement out of her voice and Aero was pissed off, why was she getting so excited over a random stranger. " No, but we'll be working together" Aero frowned

Then she spoke: "The Devourer feeds on division. It grows stronger whenever hearts choose hatred over love." Aiden frowned. "So if we defeat it... without healing the world... it will return." The Goddess smiled proudly. "Now you understand. **The Eighth Path is not the path of victory. It is the path of restoration.**" Suddenly, the sky cracked. A loud howl echoed through the meadow, and the Moon Goddess looked upward, her expression changing. "They've found us."

Now a new voice pipped in "If you believe that then you're a fool, packs don't kill us, rogues, without reason, I've crossed many pack wolves, I don't do anything to them or anyone else so they leave me be" "Anyway Sam, it won't be free if this rogue army takes over, they will either wipe us out or enslave us, mark my words". After we have listened to their exchange I step out from behind a tree with Mitch trailing behind, the rogues all stop their conversation as their eyes find me, I scan the group and notice there are eight of them in total. "Hey, Mitch," One of the men say standing and going to shake Mitch's hand "And you must be either Acre or Ocean?" He says turning to me

Eight Years The eighth year began in the specific way the well-built years had learned to begin — with the east wall and the accounting and the particular quality of a morning that knew itself as a beginning without requiring ceremony. Eight years since the gate. Elara stood in the cold dawn and thought about what eight years had produced and what they had contained and what they had cost and what they had been worth.

On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her. Courtney was a very elegant young girl who adored fashion and always wore tight-fitting mini gowns that could barely fit anyone her age. To her, looking beautiful and feeling confident in what she wore always kept her positive. On this day, she was turning 18 and I had picked out a short cherry-red gown, a small fancy bag and some very pretty diamond earrings which I found in the jewelry shop the day before. I just knew She'd love them as she had always wanted a pair of diamond earrings.

If anything, I found it ironic. For eight years, I'd waited for him countless times on New York streets late at night. Waited for him to leave Mia's apartment. Waited for him to leave those noisy drinking parties. Back then, the rain was so much colder than this. Without expression, I reached out and pulled the heavy curtains completely shut. Dominic. Paris rain is cold. That's eight years you owe me. Suffer through it slowly. For the rest of this life, I'll never look back at you again.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using

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.”