10 Months Ago Novels & Stories

Lean my back on it. Where did Carlo go and what had happened to the shop? Our leasing contract says five more months so we shouldn’t get evicted. I’d definitely fight for that right. @DeathWish All Right Reserved 2021 Sena Mangampo

"The 10th month? Isn't a pregnancy typically nine months long?" Christine nodded. "Yes, normally it is. But sometimes, due to various factors, pregnancies can go beyond the usual nine-month mark. It's not uncommon for women to deliver in the 10th month. The doctor assured me that it's perfectly normal, and they will closely monitor the situation." Robert leaned back on the couch, processing the information. "So, we might have to wait a little longer to meet our baby," he said, a mixture of anticipation and patience in his voice.

Jackson nods. "Go talk to her Jackson, out of everyone, for some reason having you mad at her, and disappointed is hurting her more than anything else." Jacob looks at him. "Soon, right now we need to know the date, weeks, months whatever, how long ago was it, Jacob?" Jackson looks at him, he sits thinking about it, taking out his phone is working something out. "Six months, give or take." He looks at Jackson, then seems to freak out. "Wait, that means." Jackson nods laughing.

She hissed in a low voice, avoiding to catch the attention of other people nearby. "That was just one kiss," September pointed out as he put his arms around her shoulders as they walk towards the souvenir shops. "One kiss? Lasting for almost ten minutes?" She asked in disbelief but the culprit just laughed at her. After entering the souvenir shops one by one, Maeve and September engrossed themselves looking around. "I'll try this," September nodded and watched her went inside a mini fitting room to try a hand-knitted pair of clothes.

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Silence stretched between us. Lucan finally moved, he set his glass down as he stared at me. “What a strong argument you have Mrs Williams, but as you said we didn't go all the way.” he said leaning slightly towards me. He was directly opposite me, yet it seemed like there was no space between us. “ I have actually made adjustments on my end of the deal. Instead of a night, I want 100 days with you.”

Emerald sat on a white couch alone with her father Wade while the kids were still having dessert with Petra’s helping hands. She tried to avoid her father’s gaze. It had been five freaking years since she last saw him. On the day she had screamed and poured out her mind, letting her dad know how she hated being raised behind those large walls with no friends, no outing and worst of all, being homeschooled. “I’m glad you finally came to your senses...now all you need to do is divorce him...err, what’s his name again?” Mr. Wade asked after listening to Emerald’s part of the story.

How could I have forgotten? I counted the days in my head. One... Two… Three… Ten. Ten days late. Ten days had passed since my period date. Oh my God!! That means... That means...

Where am I banned. "Hah....." I sigh. I don't even know how it works. I can't remember the last time I watched a movie. When I was six—or maybe seven? "Look at her; she doesn't even notice we are here." I hear Darius voice, and I turn around to see him, Ruby, and Leona sitting on the sofa. "Hey." "You want to watch a movie?" Ruby stands up and walks up to me. I nod, then say. " Yes. But I don't know how to operate this."

The receptionist froze. Her smile disappeared. “…Few days ago?” She stared at Lisa. “Ma’am… that was ten years ago.” Lisa felt the world tilt. “…What?” she whispered. “2016 was ten years ago,” the woman said slowly. “This is 2026.” Her words crashed into Lisa like thunder. Ten… Years…? The floor seemed to sink. The walls blurred. The voices around her faded. Everything spun. “Are you… are you okay?” the receptionist asked, panic creeping into her voice.