Three And A Half Years Novels & Stories

“I’ll make them pay for everything they’ve done.” Marcus brought a contract. "Alpha Logan has long known that Miss Anne does not like him, but for the interests of both countries, he has no choice. This is the contract brought by Alpha Logan. It lasts for three years." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Three years?” “Yes,” Marcus replied firmly. You can part ways if you're unhappy after those three years.” I considered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright, three years it is.” Marcus didn't quite believe me. He coldly ordered, "I really don't know why Logan decided to keep you. Don't forget to prepare for Alpha Logan's wedding."

“I need to know where we stand.” She pressed her lips together, then turned slightly. “When’s your promotional interview?” she asked and I frowned. “Month and a half.” She nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Exactly. That’s how long until this marriage is over.” I clenched my jaw. Right. Three months, or until I got the promotion. I should’ve remembered that. But something stirred in my chest, and I hated how hard it was to ignore. “So what are you saying?”

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

“Four steps. Minimum.” “Three,” Alfredo shot back. Fred shook his head. “Four. She’s pregnant.” They stared at each other. “Three and a half,” Alfredo finally said. Fred rolled his eyes at the ceiling and back at us. He looked like a man who knew how to pick his battles. “Fine. Three and a half.” He looked at me. “Eat something before you go. Both of you.” “We were just saying that,” I said. “Good. Agreement at last.” He straightened up, all business. “Vida’s been here seven years without trouble. She looks genuine. Still, three and a half steps. Not four. Not two. Three and a half.”

He stepped away, walking lazily towards the house. Upon entering, I found Victoria playing with my nephew in her arms. He was huge, talkative, and walking fast. I was paralyzed for a moment, sniffing the air to make sure that was indeed Conan, who seemed to be around 3 to 4 years old. “How long…” I cleared my throat, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. “How long have we been gone?” I stared squarely at the Alpha, who stretched out on the floor. “3 and a half years,” he finally said.

You can be with your first love, and I can finally live my own life. I sighed, trying to push him away, but he tightened his hold, pulling me firmly back into his arms. He pressed his chin against my shoulder, his tone commanding. "I said I don't want a divorce. As for Nicole, I can explain. I don't love her anymore. "After three years together, haven't you sensed my feelings for you? Sure, at first, I didn't care for you, but things changed. Somewhere along the way, I realized I had fallen for you—and only you."

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * 3 Y E A R S L A T E R NEW YORK CITY * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * [ K A R A ] Three years ago I got my heart broken for the first time. It was the worst and best experience of my life. To say that the breakup was brutal would be the understatement of the century.

Zachary said, “Aren’t two months enough? What? Are you going to quit your job just because you’re getting married?” “It’s just two months. Make it three. I’m happy to accept two and a half months too.” Zachary looked at him resignedly.

He opened his mouth to answer. Nothing came out. Because he was not entirely sure it was unfair. He tried another approach. “You know the position I am in.” “I do.” “You know what my responsibilities are.” “I do.” “Then you understand why things are difficult right now.” Elena smiled sadly. “Adrian, things have been difficult right now for three years.” The sentence settled heavily between them. Three years. Not three months. Not one difficult season. Three years. He ran a hand through his hair.

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.