Three And A Half Years Novels & Stories

I gently stroked her rough, weathered face as a tear slipped from the corner of my eye. "Ruby." For the first time in thirty years, Ruby heard the voice she had longed for. A sob escaped her lips. "I'm here, Dad." I gently patted her head. "You're so much older now." She had grown old, too, but I kept those words to myself. From the looks of it, life had not been easy on her. Whether it was guilt that had haunted her for decades or the hardships she had endured along the way, the years had clearly left their mark.

Milliseconds later, everything I wanted to know about Taylor appears before my eyes. His biography informs me that he is twenty-five years old. Wow, only twenty-five and a millionaire with his own global company. I read about how his gap year and passion for exotic foods inspired him to start his company, Hudson International, with backing from his grandparents. I feel a stab of jealousy for having such a supportive family. As I scroll down, I come across images of Taylor with numerous girls, all with one thing in common: flowing silky blonde hair, tiny waistlines and legs that go on forever. In short, gorgeous, everything that is completely the opposite of myself.

“With a woman. Kids. The whole thing.” I sip, eyes on the pool. “And what happened?” He shrugs. “Life happened. Paulina happened.” I look at him, raising an eyebrow. “You never talk about her.” He shrugs, eyes still on the steam rising from the pool. “She’s not worth talking about.” “But you were with her for—what—three years?” “Four and a half,” he mutters. “Off and on.” “That’s a long time to erase.” He finally looks at me. “Not everything that lasts long is worth keeping.”

He minus the 2020 to 1988 and her eyes winded after knowing his already thirty years old. "What the heck? That man is already thirty years old? And how many years our gap is...)" she paused and counts in her fingers, "Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, and thirty-two—the fudge! Seven years of gap." She snorted and rolled her eyes.

Nina continued, "Mom, Dad, since it's come to this, there's no use hiding anything. Nash and I had a three-year agreement in our marriage, two million in exchange for three years of my youth..." As she spoke, Nina's eyes inexplicably welled up, but she fought back her emotions. "When the three years are up, Nash and I will be even." After her words, everyone was left in stunned silence. Julia was shocked by the revelation. "What? A three-year marriage?" "Yes, just three years," Nina replied, now mocking herself. "There's no point in arguing, it always ends in divorce in the end, just a matter of time." Sally remained silent, her lips pursed. With a three-year agreement in place, she had litt

"That's the dream." I climbed into bed beside him. "Fifteen years," I said again. "Best fifteen years of my life." "Mine too. Even the hard parts." "Especially the hard parts. They made us stronger." "We're pretty unbreakable at this point." "Unbreakable. I like that." He pulled me close. Fifteen years since that hotel bar. Three kids. Three different personalities. Three constant sources of chaos and joy. A career I loved. A husband I adored. A life I'd fought for.

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

"I understand you. You know I do but I can't allow you..." "I will go back when the time comes. I still need to finish up the building of the companies in Kayden's Pack" "I know but can't you oversee them from the Lycan Pack? The elders are worried you might not want to return" "You know I would" "Well, I am beginning to think you will not" "Jason, I am still having fun here. I am still learning..." "You've been learning for how many years now? Three years?" "Not three years. I was away from people for a year and a half and I have only been associating with people for a year and a half. The first year was a disaster"

That answer sent another wave of discomfort through her chest. Keisha set the mug down harder than intended. “You keep talking about her like she’s everywhere.” “She usually is.” The calmness of that response disturbed her more than fear would have. Keisha crossed her arms tightly. “And you’ve just been living like this?” Malik finally looked at her. “For a while.” “For how long?” Silence. Too long. Keisha stared at him. “Malik.” His jaw tightened once. “Almost three years.” The number hit harder than she expected.

He laughed more now, spoke more freely and had even started rehabilitation, but none of that was information I was willing to share with Theodore. He leaned back in his chair. "Half a year has already passed." I looked at him. "The agreement was for three years, Arlene, and yet half of that first year is already gone. There isn't much to show for it." My fingers began fidgeting beneath the table. "I'm still working on it." "I hope you are, because you need to remember exactly what you agreed to when you entered that house." His voice remained calm, but there was something firm beneath it that made my stomach tighten.