روايات وقصص ضمن The Years Between Us

Margaret began. She stood in the weight-bearing room in front of the south window and spoke about the between-time — not the building, the between-time. She spoke about the village's between-time, the years of the community centre closing and the gap in the village's ordinary days, the accumulated between-time of a village that had no room for it. She spoke about the gap not as a problem that had been solved but as a condition that had been waiting for its room.

Thinking about you. Maya: Me too. Ethan: This is weird. Maya: Good weird or bad weird? Ethan: Good weird. Really good weird. She laughed. Maya: Go to sleep. We have time. Ethan: I know. Just wanted to hear from you. Maya: You're hearing from me. Ethan: I know. It's everything. She held the phone to her chest. Eleven years. Finally.

For once, that connection was wide open. Somehow, after everything—London and Ireland, late nights, hard talks, brutal honesty—they’d gotten tangled in each other, so close it felt permanent. And yeah—that changed everything.

After Dustin Horne cheated and returned to our marriage, my entire family turned into my surveillance team. When he went out to take out the trash, my dad trailed him and sent me a video. "He's behaving himself. Didn't even look at his phone once." When he went to his law firm for a meeting, my mom disguised herself as a cleaner to sneak in. "There wasn't a single woman within ten feet of him." When he came back from trying a case out of state, my best friend scanned him top to bottom with a detector. "No stray hairs, no lipstick marks... all clean." Everyone swore to me that Dustin's heart was back where it belonged. Even Dustin himself stayed by my bedside every night, taking vows t

Some said I had soft skin like a woman's. So that, plus the fact that I didn't date not even one girl since my junior year, made them suspect my sexuality. Trust me, I had tried fucking a girl and it was nothing. It wasn't good, I didn't feel good and I had thought I was asexual till my first time with Gavin.

18+ | mature content One more year left and I’m done. Goodbye Boston U. You’ve been great. There’s been ups and downs. Wins and losses. Chasing and discovering. Meeting new people. Falling in love. Finding the one. We’ve spent the last few months living it up enjoying each other’s company finally living together with Austen and Josie. Spending time summer loving and exploring. We went away with my siblings to Cape Cod. Our an Airbnb was perfect and after they left. Cole stayed and the rest of our group joined us. It was really nice, very different to the year before. When we all went away but we were unfamiliar with each other. In the past year so much has changed. New relationships have blo

"but the matter at hand is that they did not expect us of all beings to unite and take down heaven. We were made to be loyal for a lost cause and it's time we fight for our own this time instead of following the orders of long ago." The cheers are deafening, and I feel the power, and electricity in the air as I turn back to them. "So, do we have a truce?'

said Miss Close. "The Cold War rivalry between the United States and the Soviet Union lasted for decades ." Jenna's voice quivered as soon as she began speaking. "And... And resulted in anti-communist suspicions and international incidents that led the two superpowers to the brink of nuclear disaster..." She continued, clearing her throat. After a while, when she reached the end of her presentation, she realised it wasn't that scary after all. Yes, she was practically shaking but no one made fun of her. She realised that they all had to do a presentation at the end of the day. They must've felt just as intimidated! "Well done Jenna!" Miss Close admired as everyone in the class applauded.

With slow soft steps I walk the distance between us and sit behind her, pulling her into my chest as I rest backwards against the window frame and the wall. Neither of us say a work, the silence is heavy but comfortable. We lost five years. Five years of making love and fucking like rabbits. Five years of laughter and love. Five years of watching the twins learn new things and grow. Five years of arguing over pointless shit. Five years of tears of joy, happiness and sadness. Five fucking years. This powerful, slightly shay, driven and brave women is my fucking world. She’s my mate and how I fucking wish I had been smart enough to wait for her all those years ago.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m your problem.” “You were exiled five years ago,” he said, turning fully now. “No one’s heard from you since. Until tonight.” “I like being forgotten.” “Well,” he said, eyes locking with hers, “you’re about to be remembered.” He walked away before she could think of something sharp to say. --- Riley’s room was far too clean. Minimalist. Cold. She tossed her backpack onto the bed, then paced the floor. Her shoulder ached from the earlier hit, but she didn’t shift to heal it. Not here. Not surrounded by pack walls and prying ears.