Year Malkame returns to her hometown after ten years of exile. She came back following pieces of a puzzle she really needed to find in order to meet her Secret santa, the man or woman who had been gifting her lonely childhood Christmases with joy and music. Being sent away from her home at the age of fourteen, she had lost the trail of the person she was looking for. But now, she wants to finally find him. But in her journey, she finds her childhood best friend Justin. A misfortune leaves her under the same roof with this man. What happens when long-time friends come together after ten years? What happens when she realizes who her secret santa is? And what the hell happens when a billionaire decides he suddenly wants her to not only work for him but also be his woman?
View MoreJustin ran after year cussing himself for exposing her to Austin. He opened the door and looked into the house. He wasn't even sure if she was at home. But then he heard it. A sad yet angry crying scream filled the house. Justin followed the sound to her bedroom door. He wanted to knock but his hand stopped right before hitting the door. Her voice was filled with dispair. She was heartbroken and he could hear it. It made him flinch where he stood as he felt his heart ache as she cried. He wanted to make her feel better but for now, all he could do for her was let her be.*** The next morning, Year woke up with a shooting headache that with every move traveled up and down her body. How long did she cry to feel this way? As she made her way to the bathroom, she caught a glimpse of her face and she looked horrible. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her face was pale as if she was drained of her blood. Her messy white hair made her look worse. She started to untangle it with her hand
The house was getting torn down. Year's jaw dropped out of disbelife. She walked closer to one of the construction workers. "why are you tearing the house down." She asked.The construction worker looked at her up and down wondering who she was. "May i ask who you are?" He asked in a firm tone pushing his eyebrows together. "Oh, i'm sorry, a friend of mine used to live here." His frowned face relaxed. "The new owner is building a new center." "The new owner? What about the old owner?" Year asked almost speaking to herself. The man looked at her in a curious look. She looked at the man and cleared her throat. "Then can i ask who the new owner is?" The man looked at how desperate she was and took a sigh. He turned around and called one if his men and asked for a business card. "The new owner gave me this. Here. I hope it helps.Year took the card and thanked the man for helping her. The business card was from a company in town that produces and sells music instruments un
Year sat on the bed and stretched her arms above her head to relax her muscles. She looked over to the violin case as she let her hands down. She had mixed feelings. Year didn't know whether is was excitement or nerves. It was the same feeling she had when she was heading over to the last house ten years ago. But she knew, today she was not going to fail. As she was swimming deep in her thoughts, the scent of food snapped her out of it. She got out of bed and let her nose lead the way. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. The marvelous kitchen was filled with scent of egg. It was she when laid eyes on the food that she realized how hungry she was. Her mouth watered as her nose filled with the wondeful smell. She swallowed the scent as if she was eating it when a voice startled her."Good morning!" Justin said with a smile."Good morning!" She replied as she pulled her eyes off of the food and onto him. His hair was messy and wet as it laid on his forehead. He s
She was close. She could feel it in her bones. It was finally time to unmask the man she had been looking for. It took her three years to get to this point. Year glanced over to her violin case and then back to her notebook. She opened to the part where she had written about him. Secret santa: the title reads. She didn't know who it was but it was finally time to meet the person who has been gifting her Christmas for the past four years. Fourteen years old Year stood up and walked over to the board that she used to track her progress on finding her secret santa. She had been going block after block, apartment after apartment, house after house searching for a man that would fit the description for the last three years. Her town might not have been that big, but looking for a single man was like looking for a needel in a haysack. But she kept looking. And after three years she had two more houses left, assuming that the person does live in town. She ran out quickly and went t
"Justin"As soon as she said his name, both of their faces light up. It has been ten years since they have seen each other and yet he recognized her. Of course, how could he forget? He had lived close to her for 14 years until the day her parents sent her away. He looked at her up and down in amusement. She had grown a little taller that she was before but she was still small. She dresses just as she did when they were kids. She wore over sized T- shirt that always hides her body under a hoody jacket and black pants with white chuck- tailers. Her hair, still white as milk and her eyes, black as coal. Her cheeks were as chubby as always and had always taunted him to pinch then between his fingers.Her beautiful smile with her perfectly shiny teeth was as he remembered she was. He on the other hand had changed more. His childhood face was still there but his jaw line had sharpened. His hair, dark as the night and his eyes blue as the sea. His style was also still the same but
There comes a time when we all must face the truth...And also a time when we must look back into our life...Because looking back is like collecting pieces of a puzzle...A puzzle that leads you towards your future.... CHAPTER ONE."I used to think that being an adult was the dream. When i was a kid, i used to dream about having responsibilities of my own, go to work, have a career, hang out with my adult friends.... all the things i thought would make life awesome. But it was after i had my first job and voted in my first election that i realized being an adult sucks. It was when i grew up that i remembered being a kid was a sweet gig.When you're a kid, all the big stuff never mattered and you are allowed to dream without limitations. When you're a kid, people took care of you when you get sick and you are sheltered from the cruelty that is this world. When you're a kid, all your friends wanted nothing but to olay with you and would tell you to your fac
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