Ten Years Late Novels & Stories

Can't you give me a chance to explain? Josh: [I was drunk that night. I really don't know what happened...] Josh: [Vicky, she... We just lost our heads for a moment.] Josh: [Can't you give me a chance to make amends?] Looking at these messages, I felt nothing. It turned out that a ten-year relationship was so fragile. On the third day, I received a food order notification from a food and beverage application. It was from the most famous couples' restaurant online, requiring reservations a month in advance.

The patient's relatives were notified that the surgery was successful. Lanre returned to his office and Nancy just barged in. She walked over to his chair and was going to place her hand over it when Lanre asked her to stop. He glared at her and his stare was full of irritation as he looked at her like the sight of her detest him. " Why were you not here for the surgery slated for 8am?" Lanre demanded. She doesn't look sober at all nor look like one who has the intention of apologising for being late to work.

I couldn't afford to let my personal desires interfere with my duties. I reached for my pen and scribbled a quick note, and handed it to a servant who was cleaning the office. "Give this to the waiting room," I said. "Tell them that Ms. Hart's meeting has been postponed. Because there's been an emergency." The servant bowed and hurried away. I stood there for a moment, before I finally turned and made my way to the great hall. --- The great hall was filled with the murmur of voices when I entered. The council of elders was gathered around the long table, their expressions was a mixture of concern and mostly frustration.

What happened that night ten years ago? ******************************************

The coffee and the pancakes and the notebook and the tablet and the explanation of the new system and the champagne from Portland and the bolt mystery on the porch and all of it. The specifically and permanently them of it. Twenty-one nights. Ten years. The next ten years. Beginning.

“Lucien…” I reached into my bag and pulled out my pocket mirror. My lipstick was ruined. I tried fixing it quickly, muttering under my breath. “You didn’t have to do all that.” He didn’t look sorry, not even one bit. Instead, he glanced at his watch. “You have ten minutes,” he said. “After that, you’re considered late.” My head snapped up. “What?!” I quickly shoved everything back into my bag. “Why didn’t you say that earlier?”

I say as a thought flashes in my head like a reality. "Non posso più aspettare, ho passato dieci anni solo per assicurarmi che ciò accadesse, niente mi rovinerà questo momento. [I can not wait any longer, I’ve spent ten years just to make sure this happens, nothing will ruin this moment for me.]"

So I patiently sat there and waited for her reply. [I am not coming.] I typed back. [Adrian: Why????] She typed back quickly. [Lydia: No reason.] So that was it. There was not even a single explanation from her or an apology. [Adrian: That's it. You don't even have a valid reason to decline? We've been going there for ten years together Lydia!] The message ticked twice. She had read it. But three minutes passed and she did not even type or send in a reply to that.

I guess they don't know the word punctual. "Oh, you're already here?" Finally, after 10 minutes of waiting, someone has already arrived, I won't be alone anymore. It sucks waiting here, in an empty hallway. I looked up at him, Oh! It's Jade. "Well, Elena said to be here at 8, it's rude to be late right?" I am new to the team and I'll be late at my first day? Wow, so rude of me to do that. "Pfft. Elena will be so happy to have you in the team. Usually, we are always late and Elena was fuming mad about it."

Ten years later__***** Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Every had withered away, Lucas's feelings, hope, and everything. This world was cruel. A ten-year-old kid was being confined just for being the son of Lucifer. He was a curse. He thought. His stomach had grumbled for years, expecting a munch of food but nothing came. What filled the room was the stench of dead animals and also the ones picking on his foot and biting on them like it was some candy.