The Years Between Us Novels & Stories

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

An electric current coursed through my whole body, but I held the discomfort in and struggled away from his arms. Then, I met Tim's cool, calm eyes. When my voice came out, it was shaking. "Do I know that expert?" My nails were digging into my palms. The pain was throbbing, but my eyes never left his face. Tim looked at the ground for a moment, then he met my eyes and put on a smile. His answer came out like he was talking about an old acquaintance. "Zoe Wilson." We had a tacit agreement spanning six years to never bring that name up, and now he had just broken that agreement. That name crashed onto my head like a meteor hitting the ground.

“Thank you again for everything you’re doing. It’s clear my grandmother is in good hands.” After he disappeared down the hallway, Anne stood in the entrance with Jeff, both of them maintaining careful distance from each other. The moment felt charged with something unspoken, with the awareness that they’d just crossed a threshold they couldn’t uncross. Mike had arrived, and the household dynamics had shifted in ways they were only beginning to understand.

"The best year sounds—" "Accurate," Dante said. "Accurate," Elian agreed. They stood on the veranda in the last minutes of the year with the Atlantic being enormous and the stars being what they were and the house warm behind them, and the new year arrived the way the Atlantic arrived — not announced, just present, the new state of things simply the state of things. "January," Elian said. "Brussels," Dante said. "The presentation," Elian said. "The second novel's third act," Dante said.

My daughter, Clara Williams, turned seven today. We played a simple game to celebrate. The rule was easy. I would start a sentence, and she would finish it. It was a popular trend designed to see if a child was being criticized. "First sentence," I said, leaning over the table. "Look at the other kids…" I waited, a warm smile on my face. I had never raised my voice at her. I spent years protecting her world, building her confidence brick by brick. I knew she was happy. Her soft voice shattered that illusion instantly. "They are so much better than you," she said, reciting the words by heart. "You aren't even worth a single hair on Lily's head." Lily. She was the daughter of Donald

I spent twenty hours on a train in coach, traveling more than 1,800 miles to see Harry Berger. I texted him to vent. "I'm so tired. My back feels like it’s about to break." It took him more than ten minutes to reply. "So? Do you want me to praise you for it, or feel sorry for you? "I didn’t make you come. You bought the ticket yourself, too. Don’t act like everyone owes you something." I stared at those words. The "I miss you" sticker I had intended to send remained unsent. Then he sent me an airport location. "Gemma heard you were coming and bought a ticket at the last minute. She wants to meet up with us. She has a lot of luggage, so I’m going to pick her up first since I’ll be pass

I already booked my ticket to new york" i spoke. He looked at me as if i killed his dog. "No i am not talking about your new york ticket. I am talking about our vacation " he spoke as a matter of fact. Ohh yeah how did i forgot every year we take a vacation to visit the place which we wanted to. When we were kids we made a list of the places we wanted to visit and made a promise that we will visit those places together when we will grew up. Every year we go on a vacation its kind of a sibling trip. But last year due to my internship we have to cancel the trip but this year we can go.

Eight Years Later Nikki and I have served this pack for 29 years and time has been good to us all. I can’t say that I would ever wish to have a rogue attack, but the one on the night of the blood moon all those years ago pointed me straight into the arms of my Little Bee. We went through hell and back to be together but I believe that made us stronger.

She said before walking away from me. I took a deep breath before leaning my back at one of the tables. I only have 1 more year to live and my sister knows that.

She was depressed too. I tried to get her to move on, but of course I knew she needed loads of time. A couple of months; or years, perhaps. It broke my heart to see her like that. I missed Jake terribly. He didn't deserve to die. It wasn't fair. But then again, who said life was fair. After his death, we all kind of, drifted apart. We didn't interact with each other much. Even Brian and my conversation limited and we no longer behaved the way we did with each other - mischievous, flirty and fun. We just were all sad and missed Jake a lot.