Ten Years Novels & Stories

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.

Ten Years The tenth year arrived with the specific gravity of round numbers — not more significant than nine, not less significant than eleven, but carrying the weight of a marker that the mind attached meaning to simply because of its shape. Ten years since the gate. Elara stood at the east wall on the first morning of the tenth year and let the number be what it was — significant and ordinary simultaneously, the way all true things were.

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

It was burnt, but it was delicious. ... As I read through each post, I inexplicably felt touched. Those ordinary daily routines and heartwarming details were just like the beautiful romance I had once dreamed of. I wanted to offer my blessings, but then I discovered the poster had disabled comments, so I silently followed them. It turned out that I was just an unwitting supporting character in every happy memory of theirs. She said that they had been together for ten years, and Josh and I had only been together for ten years. That being said, Vicky and I had known each other for 20 years.

Ten years into my marriage to Joshua Ford, heir to the largest fortune in Kingsbury, I receive a video. The footage is shot inside a car. The video is shaky, and the sounds coming from it are vile. When I hold up my phone to confront him, the moaning is still echoing through the living room. Joshua's expression remains calm. He just shrugs like it's nothing. "Younger women are just fresher. Your health isn't great, so I wouldn't dare push you to try anything wild. But everyone craves a little excitement, right?" I freeze in place, my arm going numb from holding up the phone. "That's your explanation?" Joshua doesn't answer me. His gaze drifts over me with

The way he looked at Laura softened. "We've only been friends for ten years. We're not even that close. How could you go that far for me?" His words made me recall the first time I met Kevin ten years ago. He had been covered in blood when he collapsed outside my private clinic. I wanted to send him to a hospital, but he pressed a gun against my forehead. "Treat me yourself. You're not going anywhere!" Shaking, I treated all his wounds. Halfway through, he passed out from blood loss.

When the kidnappers shoved a gun into Elena Vaughn's mouth and demanded ten million dollars from her husband, Julian Vaughn was busy with another woman. He focused all his attention on slowly zipping up Chloe Bennett's gown, without a thought for what Elena was going through. Julian only agreed to pay the ransom after Elena said through gritted teeth that the kidnappers might actually kill her. Soon after, a transfer landed in the kidnappers' account. Amount received: one dollar. Then Julian's ice-cold voice came through the phone. "Elena, consider this dollar your acting fee. "Chloe's having an asthma attack. I don't have time for your little show." The line went dead. Her face covered in b

"You can torture me however you want. Make me your lowest slave." He looked at me with begging, red eyes. "You can even take my life whenever you want! Please, let me stay by your side to atone. I can't live without you. My wolf is howling for you." I stared coldly at this sobbing man. Late affection is worthless. Ten years ago, holding my pup's cold body, I kneeled and begged him just like this. Ten years later, he was at my feet begging like a dog. My heart didn't flinch. Just pure coldness.

Alisha Poole always believed her marriage to Jason Wiley ended just as tragically and mockingly as it had begun with fervor and sincerity. It was a slow, excruciating torture, degrading from a bone-deep agony into complete numbness. So, for once, she chose to show herself some mercy. "Let's get a divorce," she told Jason. Sometime later, she remarried. At the lavish wedding surrounded by distinguished guests, Jason sat cloaked in the darkest corner of the venue, watching the woman he had once taken for granted walk down the aisle in a breathtaking diamond-encrusted gown. Alisha wore the same radiant smile as she kissed Rory Duncan, exchanged vows with him, and willingly entrusted the re

It took me ten years to go from secretly loving Zane Shaw from afar to becoming his fiancée. For an entire decade, I lived like his shadow. I followed wherever he went and abandoned the future I had once planned for myself. Everyone said Tessa Stone loved Zane so much that she had lost herself in him. They were right. Everyone at the architecture firm knew that years ago, I'd given up a guaranteed spot at a prestigious STEM university and thrown myself into a field I knew nothing about, all for the chance to stand a little closer to him. And through it all, Zane remained as distant and indifferent toward me as ever. Except for that one time.