Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

" I am someone you shouldn't know and i am someone that works for someone you should never have challenged " ****** The system have been fixed. I will try to update early for now on

Everyone I ever loved. Ten years. I was finally back. "Did I?" I asked coldly.

Stanley Cup Final. Ten Years Later. CAL I've been hitting Ethan Locke for ten years. Not always legally, not always cleanly. Sometimes only with my eyes, sometimes with words, mostly with the full, undeniable weight of my massive body driving him into the boards. Ten years of crossing ice, a decade of wanting – needing – to leave a mark that he can’t just get up and skate away from. Ten years ago, I wanted to hit him because he mocked me, now I hit him because it’s the only language loud enough to fucking reach him.

he breathes, standing slowly. I don’t speak, neither need to. He pulls out the chair across from him, and I sit like it’s the most natural thing in the world. We stare at each other for a few seconds, maybe longer. He’s still beautiful. But not perfect. There’s a small scar by his temple now. More lines around his mouth. A sadness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. “Ten years,” I say finally. “I counted every one.” “You disappeared.” I said again, sharper now.

Teno immediately put on an oversized robe and a sash to Juna. Just try first!!! There will be no failure in the process.

I looked away from him and turned back to the camera, continuing, "In such a short period, sales have already hit 7,000. If we reach 22,000 sales and 20 million likes, I'll lay out everything about this family. "For starters, we have a freeloading PhD holder who lived off a woman for ten years. Next, we have a status-hungry sister-in-law and a paralyzed mother. Oh, and don't forget the PhD holder's junior, with whom he's having an affair. I can even tell you about the freeloading guy spending 3.84 million dollars in ten years! "All of this is what I personally experienced. I swear that if I'm lying, may the heavens strike me dead!"

Fuck me. *****************************************

I unlocked the screen and immediately looked at the date displayed on the top. My breath caught. January 9, 2026. My fingers froze. “No…” My mind raced. That wasn’t right. It should say 2016. Not 2026. My eyes scanned the screen again. The date didn’t change. The news headlines. The calendar. Everything said the same thing. Ten years. My stomach twisted. “This has to be a prank,” I muttered, shaking my head. “Did you guys change the date or something?” No one laughed.

Oh well, another level of timidity dominated me. It then clicked that I was supposed to go grocery shopping but I had less cash on me. My parents were ignorant about my part-time jobs. How was I supposed to produce money for grocery shopping? After walking for twenty-four minutes, I went back inside the studio, to see Evans all ready to go home. I thanked the stars because it was almost time for me to be at the restaurant. I stepped out and sighted the tall model exit in my crush's car, the lykan hypersport. I sighed and realized that I'll never be his girl. How could I even possibly expect that!!!