Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

“When did I sign up for ten? Mr. West, why are we even talking about this right here?” My gaze shifted around the hall — of course, we were the center of attention. They weren’t just looking; their mouths were agape, like one of us had gone insane. At this point, I wished I had teleporting power – I just wanted to disappear. Detroit, of course, looked unbothered. “Fine,” he said, leaning back, his arm still behind my chair. “Ten is generous. Let’s call it eleven.” I sputtered. “Mr. West, do I look like a vending machine?”

"Before I went abroad, Graham and I made a ten-year promise. If I returned after ten years, he would marry me. "I thought it was just something we said at the time. But I never imagined… he'd really wait ten years for me. "So now I'm back—to keep my promise."

"What's the matter? Did Leo not treat you well?" The mention of my name caught Rose off guard. The light returned to Rose's vacant eyes, and she began to study her customer with a confused stare. After a moment of stunned silence, she murmured, "Seraphine? You're back?" It had been ten years since then. There was no trace of familiarity on Seraphine's face.

Arthur's eyes widened in shock at my response. He said, "We just danced together not long ago." "No. It was much earlier than that—years ago, I think." A fleeting image flashed through my mind, but I couldn't grasp the memory no matter how hard I tried. Frustrated, I scratched my head. "Don't change the subject. What’s your answer?" "Alright." If I faked a marriage with Arthur, other companies would stop proposing marriage alliances with their families, and dissolving the arrangement later would be simple.

I want to try, because he’s my chance at happiness, at forever. Training starts at fifteen, so I quickly change and make my way to the pack house. I slip from my car, and see Giana right away. She gives me a smile, and loops her arms with mine. “How are you doing?” “I’m okay” I nod, even though stress is eating at my insides. Even though I can't stomach food right now. “How are you?” “Eh” she shrugs, staying close to me. “Tired, but good. Working with Ford on the project is exhausting. He’s so frustrating. I can’t believe you liked him”

"We're divorced! You have no right to control me! And what did I do wrong?" They were locked in a heated struggle, but no one attempted to intervene. Eventually, they were exhausted and panting. A young woman who had been quietly taking notes removed her mask and stepped forward. "It's been ten years, and you're still the same—always believing you're right. Do you even remember who I am?" Renee squinted, waving her hand dismissively. "I've taught so many students. How could I remember every single one? Turn off that camera, or I'll sue you for invasion of privacy!"

You know in our life sometimes we lie for a good reason don't be too perfect or honest because ot all the time those aspects will bring you always in blue I just want to introduce my one and only Mike he is now my project partner at the same time my partner we build bridge he is so very talented he knows how to play music, painting, sketch, drawing, writing, and kung-fu yeah also he is a media influencer although he always said this to me that he is shy person but actually he put it in a right place like he is shy when out of his career but ounces he is in his career yeah, He is best one for me by the way this this coming birthday of him I will gift him my light year gift you don't know what

I stuttered realizing that I didn’t really look at it before. “Shit, I don’t have insurance.” I mumbled thinking back to the renewal forms I forgot to fill out a few months ago. I could feel myself starting to fall apart. What a shit show of a day. I had held it together as best I could, but I was running out of fight. I had pulled myself out of my tantrum, didn’t run over that disgusting excuse for a man and even got myself out of my self-loathing long enough to get to the store for needed self-care. My therapist would be proud.

When did Mom become this stranger? A malicious gleam flashed through Uncle Donald's eyes. "The only reason everyone's paying so much attention to this is that Mike is the nation's top scorer. But what if he isn't?" My breath caught. "I had someone look into it. Mike hasn't set foot in a high school for three years. How could he possibly be the nation's top scorer?" Mom's gaze darkened as she looked at me. "So, you cheated, Mike. It seems the only way for me to salvage some reputation for Ferguson Group is to turn you in myself."