Fix Me Ten Years Novels & Stories

It was a quiet meadow with saplings underneath the shield of bigger trees. It was the place we buried our time capsule ten years ago. We had made a vow to return ten years later to look back at our fond wishes. However, this meadow had turned into his last clue to find me. As for the letters and promises we buried under that tree, those seemed like some naive joke we had played when we were young. Brandon drove to that meadow. Memories from ten years ago flashed before his eyes. Our young faces were flushed with embarrassment. In those days, a ten-year promise was a huge thing to us. We had never thought of betrayal.

I turned back to the window and let the rain hold my attention. Nine years, and that name still felt like a blade dragged slowly across an old wound. Whitmore. I hadn't heard it in longer than I could remember. I had built an entire life specifically engineered to be far above anything that name had ever amounted to and did everything within my power to never bear it again. And here it was, sandwiched between infrastructure contracts and a gala seating chart the moment I get back in the US.

On the third day of our captivity in the abandoned cannery, Adrian finally found me with his private security team. I clutched five-year-old Leah in my arms and stumbled toward the light. My coat had long since been torn to shreds, the soles of my feet were mangled by broken glass, and Leah curled against my chest, burning up with fever. Vera looked relieved to see me alive, but then suddenly turned and walked toward the kidnappers. "Vera, come back!" My voice was already hoarse from screaming. "They won't keep their word even after they get the money. Leah still has a fever. We need to call the police and get her to a hospital!" Adrian wrapped his arms around me from behind, his voice almos

The lines of words on the screen were like poisonous needles that jabbed straight into my eyes, making them hurt. To think that I had been the homewrecker all this time and ruined someone else's relationship for ten whole years. Ten. The best ten years of my life—from when I was 17 until I was 27—had all been spent on Vincenzo. And, as it turned out, I never even got a formal title out of it. How pathetic. The pain from my hand and the suffocating feeling in my chest suddenly surged tenfold. I couldn't remain calm any longer.

When Adrian Hale chose Rosalie Quinn for the tenth time, I was hanging helplessly over the cliff’s edge. He clutched a rope in one hand, the web between his thumb and forefinger worn raw and bloody. Rosalie was sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. “Adrian, I’m scared…” He hesitated for only a second before pulling out a dagger and cutting through the rope on my side. “Clara, hold on. I’ll come back for you after I save Rosalie.” The system counted down in my ear. [The tenth abandonment has been confirmed.] [Life countdown: zero.] Before I fell, I didn’t wait for him to turn around like I had the previous nine times. I only smiled at him. “Adrian Hale, we’re even now.”

It's too much for me. - Look at me! Ten years ago you promised me that you would get us out of the chaos, that you would get the company back on its feet, and look at you today. You are an incredible, determined, intelligent woman. Incredible. Everyone wants you, either as a friend or as a companion. It is because you are hardheaded and reject most men. Give yourself a chance, maybe now is the time to go out more, enjoy yourself, and who knows, maybe you'll find someone.

8 years ago. "Mum I don't think I like this dress" Ten-year-old me walked down the grand staircase to the living room. My mum was busy helping the workers in setting up decorations. It was my birthday, I was going to turn 10 today. I was super excited about my birthday. My parents made sure they went all the way out to celebrate my birthday to make sure it was better than the previous ones.

Hallie took my hand and gently said, "I'm his fiancee. Whatever you two had is in the past, Ms. Conner. For the sake of your own dignity, please respect that." Tracie turned deathly pale as she fumbled for her phone and tried to show me Elton's recorded confession. "Look, Jonas. He's admitted to everything! I'm sorry, so please give me a chance. The Conner family is falling apart, and my dad's sick… I have nothing left but you!" "No," I said in a voice devoid of mercy. "You have nothing over me. I spent ten years of my life paying back whatever debt of gratitude I owed you, so we're even now."

I thought you could save yourself…" "You thought?" She cut him off with a mocking laugh. "So you sacrificed me without hesitation." "We were together for ten years," he said, eyes reddened. "You know what kind of man I am. How could I ever want you dead? Are you really going to erase everything between us over this one mistake?" Mabel looked at him with pity and ridicule. "Yes. Ten years. "It took me ten years to finally see clearly. "In your eyes, I was nothing more than a pawn you could sacrifice for the family's interests."

It may not be wonderful enough to repair our poor broken hearts but it was sure wonderful enough to captivate our drive to try and find someone who can pick the pieces up and mend it. “17?” I huffed under my breath. Hot smoke came out of my mouth and it gradually disappeared into thin air. The sound of those numbers coming out of this teenager’s mouth was just disgusting to hear. It made me feel like an ancient person even when there’s only a nine-year gap between us. That’s almost a ten-year gap, a decade per se, and that gap seemed to translate as if I’ve been alive since the time of the dinosaurs. Or maybe I was just exaggerating but that’s how I feel.