Ten Years Late Novels & Stories

When I was about to leave the hospital, paparazzi and protesters surged toward the entrance like a tide. "Evelyn! Did you encourage underage fans to attend those parties?" "Is the golden girl image officially dead? What's the truth behind the midnight video?" Their questions stabbed at me from every direction. Before I could even react, Adrian pushed through the crowd, his face dark with rage. He didn't ask a single question. He raised his hand and slapped me across the face. The sound echoed through the hospital entrance. My ear rang. "Evelyn, I already agreed to send her away," he growled, grabbing my collar and lowering his voice by my ear. "Why are you still so vicious? You leaked the ph

Also call me. I set it back down, slightly shaking my head.Three hundred thousand likes and the one person I wanted to hear from still hadn't said a word. I was starting to think the silence was its own kind of answer. The doorbell rang at half past ten. I wasn't expecting anyone so I almost didn't answer it, but Teddy was already sliding across the hallway floor in his socks toward the door and I followed him before he could open it himself. A delivery man stood on the step holding up a package so large it blocked most of his face.

"You couldn't tolerate me showing Elena even the slightest affection, yet you can accept Vito sleeping with another woman? "It's only been a few months, and you already love him this much? What am I then? What about our ten years together?" I gave a soft, mocking laugh. "Ten years didn't stop you from changing the moment Elena appeared. So what right do you have to question me?" I closed my eyes, my face twisting as if in pain. After a long pause, I spoke again. "Come with me to see Vito one last time. After that, I'll give him up completely."

"We're only thinking about Abend Group's future. Daisy really likes your bedroom, so why don't you let her have it? Once she gives birth, she'll return it to you. "I gave you the title of my wife, so I need to compensate Daisy in other ways. I promised her I'd repay her ten times over," Edward continued, trying to persuade me, but I couldn't listen any longer. His words made me nauseous. "Edward, how did we end up like this? There was a time when we truly loved each other. We vowed to love only one another for a lifetime in that chapel." He hadn't expected me to say that. He was stunned, as if recalling the happy moments we had once shared.

Could it be…" Although she trailed off, it was clear what she was implying. Turning scarlet in fury, Mr. Wentworth quickly tried to explain, "Watch what you say, Ms. Cobb! I'm two decades older than Evelyn. How could we possibly—" However, Irene put on a pitiful expression and said, "I was just wondering out loud, Mr. Wentworth. You don't have to get all defensive about it." Mr. Wentworth, a man in his 50s, became so furious that he couldn't even speak. "Why, you—"

he said, using my name directly for the first time, his voice full of restraint and tenderness, "I waited twelve years. One more night is nothing. If you need time, I will give it to you." I leaned against the doorframe and looked at him. Moonlight spilled through the corridor windows and settled across his shoulders. Half his face was in shadow, and his eyes shone in the dark like stars. "Lucas." "Yes?" "What you said to James today. Was it true?" He tilted his head slightly. "Which part?" "That you waited twelve years." Lucas was quiet for a long time. Long enough that I thought he might not answer. Then he spoke, softly, as if afraid of disturbing something fragile.

I didn't get home till past 10:00 pm that day. Graham was sitting on the living room couch in the dark, and I could see the faint glow of his cigarette. "Why are you back so late?" he asked coldly. "Where have you been?" I paused halfway through changing into my indoor slippers. "I was held up on campus." Then, I walked past him to get to my room. Behind me, I could hear the sound of a glass clinking against the coffee table. … Leanna's chemotherapy was a huge success.

I did not expect to receive a letter from Chelsea after that. "By the time you read this letter, Shayla Jennings, I will already be dead. I'm writing you this letter simply to tell you that I'm sorry. "I know that it's hypocritical of me to say this to you, given my identity, but it's what I truly think right now. I used to think that you were a thief who stole my identity, so I interfered with your marriage as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Niall claimed that he loved me and could not leave me, but he would visit you behind my back. He even forbade me from mentioning you in his presence. That's when I knew that I would never be able to make up for the regrets of my youth i

she said and left the room leaving me behind, I pictured the hawk eyes that stared at me when I was coming in here I just hope I don't get into anyone's bad book here but ten years is a long time. A really long time.

Say what? I froze, before slowly sliding my gaze his way. He was addressing Brandt, who was shaking his head in confusion. “Not sure what you mean,” he answered slowly. “He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” “Well, he got laid,” Ten announced. “And he got laid good. I mean, I guess it happened the night before he came over to our place, and he was still rocking the happy juice then. I’m telling you, the kid looked as if he’d just been kissed by the goddess of all postcoital excellence. Some woman rocked his world right off its fucking axis.”