Ten Years Late Novels & Stories

"Ten days? That’s impossible. You can't put together an event of that magnitude in ten days. It’s a bluff." "Is it?" Sarah let out a soft, mocking laugh. "You should know by now that I don't bluff. I execute. And since you’re family of a sort consider this your formal notice. We wouldn't want you to be the only one absent from the room when the new world order is established. Ten days, Charlie. Don't be late." The line went dead before he could respond. Charlie slowly lowered the phone, the silence of the office now feeling like a physical weight. Ten days. The number echoed in his head like a countdown to an execution.

Madison Ten Years Later… The first thing you learn about heartbreak is that time doesn’t erase anything. People love to say it does. They say give it a few years; you’ll forget, you’ll move on. Ten years later, I can confirm that’s complete bullshit. Time doesn’t erase anything. It doesn’t wipe away memories or dull the moments that carved themselves deepest into your chest. It just teaches you how to live around the damage. How to build a life that functions normally even with the cracks still running through it.

He put the phone down. Not yet. Ten years. Both of them wondering. Both of them waiting. Both of them too scared to make the first move. The years apart continued.

She tries as much as possible not to break the road rules stepping on the gas with her front heels. Few minutes later she got down and checked her time. "Fuck! She's ten minutes late. (BEE & TEE INTERNATIONAL CREAM PRODUCT) "I know that all girls here are arrogant, one small money their father made makes them useless to make money by themselves. She is ten minutes late now, ``he said. "We are sorry she's probably on her way now with what I heard she's always punctual. Something must have happened when it was not Ms Enuice was twenty minutes late and we always had to shift time" The manager said.

May added giving Harley her widest smile ever. Harley knew how hard she was trying to be her friend and she wasn’t going to deny that May was a great girl. “Fine but we get to come back before ten.” “TEN! Let’s do twelve instead.” May bargained. “No, that’s too late.” Harley argued frowning. “Eleven thirty?” May tried again. “Ten still stands.” Harley said. “Can you try to add up more time instead?” May said. “Ten thirty and that is final.” Harley responded with her hands folded across her chest.

"How can you mess up something this simple? Why am I even paying you?" Zane lowered his head, too scared to speak. What was supposed to be a one-hour international meeting dragged on for three. Since Zane had taken over at the last minute, he sounded awkward during the presentation. Daniel Perez, their potential partner, began to lose patience. While introducing the product, Candice pushed him aside and stepped forward to demonstrate the company's newly developed features. However, she mispronounced several Velrithian technical terms, which led to an embarrassing moment. Daniel was now questioning the company's competence, and the deal had been postponed.

Why should her life be used to repay the debt you owe James? "That's enough!" Daisy snapped, fed up. "We're at the courthouse. Don't embarrass yourself here!" Standing beside Daisy, Caleb echoed with obvious displeasure in his voice, "Yeah. Grandma's already dead, so just let it go. But if Mr. Benton gets arrested, who's going to play with me? Dad, how can you be so selfish?" I froze as a chill ran through my entire body. I could not believe that the son I had raised for ten years had just called me selfish.

Chester, on the other hand, was staring intently at his watch. I was actually late. He sent me another WhatsApp message. "Where are you right now? You're already late. I'm giving you half an hour more to show up!" When he sent the message, the application displayed that his message had failed to send. There was a red exclamation mark next to his message. I had blocked his number. Chester's good friend, Michael Gunn, couldn't resist teasing him. "There's no way Yuna is serious about it this time, is there? Has she really made up her mind to divorce you?"

I asked, all cool and collected. They exchanged blank looks, totally clueless. "Half a mil," I said, my voice soft but slicing through the air like a knife, "that's ten years where you're standing." I stepped forward, and they shuffled back like I was some kind of queen. I guessed that was what happened when someone was used to calling the shots. "You sure you wanna risk messing it up?" I kept at it, "I doubt Mr. Laurent's gonna foot the bill for your goof-up."

Half a month had passed since I last saw him, so I already missed him dearly. However, as soon as I arrived at the airport, I ran into Quinton and Zachary. They both had sullen expressions, but their faces lit up immediately when they saw me. "Mom! I knew you would come! Are those tarts for me? Thank you for these!" Zachary eagerly snatched the box from my hand. Quinton said coldly, "I told you the deadline was before three o'clock. Do you know what time it is right now? You should learn a thing or two from Lynn when it comes to timeliness!"