Three And A Half Years Novels & Stories

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.

She set the game score down. “Tariq,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “The three years,” she said. “What about them?” he said. “You’re twenty-nine,” she said. “I’m thirty-two.” “Yes,” he said. “When you were seventeen and I was twenty-three,” she said. “Three years was a vast distance.” “Yes,” he said. “It’s not a vast distance now,” she said. “No,” he said. She looked at the board. “Is that strange for you?” she said.

I said coldly, turning away. “How dare you renew the marriage contract with Adrian without my permission?!” He yelled, and I froze. Slowly, I turned back to face him. “What?” “Yes!” he snapped. “Your marriage was supposed to end in three years!” The words hit like a physical blow, and my balance wavered. Three years? “Was there…” I started, barely breathing. “Yes! The contract duration was three years!” He confirmed before I even finished my question. My ears rang. Three years?

Outside, day stretched luxuriously into evening, the way it always did on warm summer nights. "So where do we start after twenty years? Jason began. "Twenty," Lola repeated. "Are you sure? She said, making it sound as though she was just working it out. "Twenty-four years. My Goodness," Jason exclaimed. "And now you're married. Any children?" Their arms keep bumping into each other clumsily as they walked. "Yes. A son." He nodded and slipped his hands into his coat pockets. He still had little lovely broad shoulders. Probably always would. She was tempted to touch them, just slip a hand behind his back and rest it on his shoulder like old times.

"Call me Iva. We're getting divorced." Fear flooded his eyes. "Forgive me, please. I screwed up. I'll never lie or see Clarisse again. I'll fire her. She can go wherever." I crossed my arms, giving him a mocking look. "Didn't you run after her today? She was gonna go home and get married. Now you're okay with it?" He froze, sweat beading on his forehead. "I don't care about anyone else." He shook his head, clutching his chest. "We've been together three years. I can't live without you. Thinking of you leaving tears me apart."

Oh well, she did say she wanted a bunch of kids! So that’s the story of how I ended up touring Europe for my honeymoon like we had planned to do, just me, my pregnant wife, and our two children! I love her, our children, and the life we share. It still amazes me, that in three years, how my entire universe zoned in and shifted… To her, because of her, for her… Loyalty Amory Knight, my everything… My universe, in three years!

"Hi, it's my pleasure meeting you. Thomas said a lot about you." Laughing at him, she answered, "what did he say? "....erm, Paul. Do you have a friend that works in a nice company?" "Yes, I do," he answered, sipping the juice from his glass. "Do you know if there are vacants seats for workers?" Thomas asked again. "I think so, why do you ask? You are already working, aren't you?" He asked, confused at his friend's questions. "Giselle has been jobless for more than three months," he explained to Paul.

Completing the band's newest record was stressing her out, as far as he could tell. "Three years. It got serious, huh?" his chatty new friend muttered later on. "You could say that," he said with a faint shrug. "Three years. Long-distance. Sounds like it did get serious." Her dark red lips pouted a little. For a moment, Ana stared absently at the rest of the party guests. "Sort of on and off." "She's older?" "Three years." "Not like it matters. No?" Ana smiled and touched his hand again. "Since you're older than me by four."

Rhaiven commented seriously. Three years. Yes, it's been three years since I've been chasing like a dog after the person I love, and I don't even know if she loves me back. In those three years, she hasn't given me any assurance, but what's important to me is that we communicate and get along.