Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

I'm always very careful. Well, at least I try to be. Maybe it's time I rethink the whole... staying alive thing. Ten years and Chima still hasn't returned. He was never coming back for me.

“Magnus, remember you promised me forever. You said you loved me. I literally did everything you wanted. Tell me, honey, is this a joke? It has to be, right?” I muttered with hopeful eyes and tried to get close to him, but his wife stepped in front of him and suddenly shoved me hard. My head hurt and felt like it was ripping apart. My vision blurred as my body fought to stay standing. “Magnus, please, you can't do this to me. Remember, it's been ten years. Please, Magnus.” I don't know how I found the strength, but I sprang to my feet, and just as I was about to reach the door—

Me 10:01am Depends, on if you tell me why 😉 Zach 10:01am I want to take you out for our first date. Me 10.02am Ok then, I am free. What time do we meet and where are we going?" Zach 10;02am I will pick you from your house at 7pm. Where we are going is for me to know and for you to find out. Me 10:03am Hmph...not fair. Zach 10:03 See you later, love. (I blush at how he is calling me, his love)

"When was that?" "Ten years ago."

"He moved the essay deadline to Monday." "So you have a free period too." "I was going to the library." "Library's this direction?" She looked at him for a moment. "What are you working on?" He threw again before answering. "Release angle. I've been losing two yards on the long throw and it's a mechanics issue, not a strength issue, and I've been trying to isolate it for two weeks." "Two yards." "On the long throw. It matters." She leaned against the door frame. "How do you know it's the release angle?"

it's not late yet, I can still fix it. I have to fix this and this time, I wouldn't fail.

10 Years Later Snapshot FREYA’S POV Ten years. Ten chaotic, beautiful, loud, sometimes infuriating years, and somehow, I’m still laughing. Sionna, now a whirlwind of a ten-year-old, is zooming across the living room on a scooter while Viktor, our clever little fox in the making, tries to “teach” her manners. Alan is muttering something about insurance claims if she crashes into the TV again. I just laugh, because really… what is life without a little risk and noise?

She has never seen that side of Maya but it looked furious and threatening enough to scare her. " It's been ten years ,ten freaking years,why can you let go?Just think about your kids, if not yourself,think about them. I wonder what they must be going through right now and here we're giving you an idea which is foolproof but because of your resentment towards him you're just gonna act like this?" She said,

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

Hope blinked and looked down at the papers in his hand, coming back to the right thought. “We know you've been in charge of this mafia for six years and now, at thirty-two, you've been caught. Do you think your current situation is part of a specific mistake?” Hope asked in perfect diction, looking at Castiel carefully. “I wouldn't say a mistake.” Castiel looked into Hope's eyes and didn't blink. The journalist tried to stay natural, but her spine was cold and didn't warm up at all. “It involves a … revenge.” Castiel looked away, chuckling lightly. “You are lucky, you know?”