Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

"I screwed up. I thought he was the real deal, but I was wrong. I can't let go of us." "I can," I said, not batting an eyelid. I took Tracy's hand and strode out of the restaurant. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I sensed Felicity's gaze lingering on me until I was out of sight. That was it. Our ten years were dead and buried. My face flushed when I realized I was still holding Tracy's hand. I cringed, quickly letting go. Her eyes dimmed, her voice barely a whisper. "Is being with me that bad?"

I've made it through fifteen months. I will make it through fifteen years.

Now, they only bore the marks of holding a pen. I could barely even remember that I'd once been so alive as well. The past ten years had changed me after all. Just like how my skin had turned pale, the calm composure I'd learned when grappling with life and death had carved itself into my bones. At the end of the day, I was human, not a machine. I couldn't just delete ten years of memories on command. Luckily, after all my wandering, I'd finally come back to where I started. I dialed the internal line. "Knox, let's get married."

I have to fulfill Ma's expectations as well. {}

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

There were just assholes everywhere. “I always felt trapped. I wanted to quit on several occasions but my financial situation held me back,” Amaya shifts her focus back to Anna as she speaks. “Was there any particular reason why you wanted to quit?” “Hey sexy, your lips would work better elsewhere; You look so sexy, I can't take my eyes off you. You would look so good on my bed. I wanted to stop hearing those words,” Amaya answers as she releases a nervous breath after. She balls her hand into a fist, the right palm over the left one as she squeezes it tightly.

Michael wrapped an arm around Hazel and laughed so hard he nearly bent over. "The biggest regret of my life was living with you for ten years. Get lost, you broke loser. And if you end up begging on the streets someday, don't come begging outside my house!" I grabbed Jean's hand and walked out the door without looking back. The moment the elevator doors closed, I called the bank's customer service hotline. For the past ten years, Natalie and Michael had used my money as their own. "Hello, this is Gerald Hensley. I want to report all my credit cards lost.

*JAMIN* No! This was the only “10k” I’ve been able to find so far. I can’t lose him! I could lie, right? A harmless little lie. So I replied. 25 wasn’t that far from 22. I’d be 25 before you know it. Me: [I’m twenty-six] Mister:[Send a picture] A picture? What does he need a picture for? Then again, he had to see his prospective pet.

It hurts to even think about it. Ten years. That’s how much older I am than Brielle. Ten years. She's my best friend's daughter. My best friend… gone. And she's been here, under my care for more than a decade. It's a promise I made to him. A promise I'm breaking with every bad thought, every bit of desire. I took a breath. I had to be strong.

I was that weak little child, but not anymore. For ten years of my life, I had waited to finally pay them back. Ten years of intense training, ten years of pushing my body beyond it's limit, ten years of learning to be the perfect actress, ten years of studying every in and out of the Blood Moon Pack, all for this day.