Ten Years Late Novels & Stories

"And now, the truth has finally come to light after so many years. J, the mastermind behind everything, is finally going to get what he deserves and face prison time. "The trap that he'd laid out so meticulously has finally entrapped him in return." The final line in the post said, "Unfortunately, the case happened 11 years ago, and the kind, generous A has already been disowned by his parents and abandoned by his wife and daughter. "They have no idea about the countless times A had to visit a psychiatrist over the decade because nobody believed him. "They never realized that A has so many deep, ugly scars on his wrists that his hand is basically useless to the point that he can't even drive

“You’re such a terrible liar. How many people in this city have a hundred million in cash? Who do you think you’re fooling?” I held back my anger. “Give me ten minutes. If the money doesn’t arrive by then, do whatever you want to me.” “Fine. Ten minutes it is.” Leo started the timer on his phone and raised his voice to the crowd, “Everyone heard that! If he doesn’t get a hundred million dollars here in ten minutes, I’ll strip him down in front of everyone as punishment.” People erupted in cheers and jeers. When I finally got my phone back, I quickly called my mom.

But I did not miss the panic that flashed briefly in his eyes. “Joe, we’ve been together for such a long time. Don’t you know my size?” I feigned calmness as I replied and suppressed my desire to cry. “It’s our tenth anniversary today. I got too excited and bought you the wrong size.” Joseph leaned over with a gentle look and kissed me softly. “But everything looks nice on you.” His kiss gradually deepened, and he easily slipped off my undergarments. “Yulia,” he muttered. “Joe, I’m tired from all the fun today. I want to rest.” When I said that, I could see him breathe a sigh of relief. It broke my heart.

A pair of pale hands slid down the misty glass, leaving chaotic streaks like they were fading from life itself. The next second, a large hand pressed over hers. Their fingers intertwined. The fog melted into fragrant dew... Midnight had long passed. Candice leaned against his chest, unmoving. "How long has it been past that half hour?" A voice came from above. She replied lazily, "Twenty minutes. We still have ten left." Charlie helped straighten her clothes. "Why don’t we use those ten minutes to go home and sleep?" Candice shook her head. "No, I like it here."

But it was hard. I won’t allow myself to fall apart again. If Nathan wanted Chloe, if that was the woman he’d carry off in front of everyone—let him have her. I was done begging for crumbs. I opened the post, left a single comment: Perfect match. Then I powered off my phone and went to sleep.

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 felt like a fist squeezing my chest. "I'm sorry, but your balance is zero. You're not our client. Our staff are busy. We're not searching the streets for a non-client." "Two kilometers? Even if you were two feet away, your balance would still be zero." Her voice went flat. "Sorry, Ms. Keyne. I have work to do. Please come recharge as soon as possible." Click. The line went dead. I stared at the endless line of red taillights. Despair hit from deep inside.

Then his eyes darted around nervously. "Mia... Mia..." Hazel, who had been keeping watch by his bedside, saw the look on his face. Jealousy flickered across her eyes. She spoke in a soft, pitiful voice. "Grayson, Mia left with her parents. She heard about the accident. She didn't care at all. She doesn't love you. Grayson... could you just look at me instead? The truth is... I've secretly loved you for ten years." Grayson's expression froze. He turned and looked at the girl he had always believed was so innocent, so naive, so clueless about love.

"Do not be late." I was not late. I was, in fact, ten minutes early, which Renlo never lets me forget, and which is, I have decided, entirely acceptable.

Her sports car shot off like a beast breaking free of its chains, vanishing from sight. Evan was left standing there alone. Artemisia had no idea that Evan was the very person she was supposed to pick up. He had been standing right in front of her for over half an hour. Another 10 minutes passed. His ride was still not here. 20 minutes. Still no one. 30 minutes… Evan finally snapped. "Where the hell are they? Talk about the lack of punctuality. What's wrong with these people? Forget it. I'm not going. What a total waste of time!"