Ten Years Novels & Stories

That night wasn't going to happen again in this life. I went home and dug out my old diary that I'd hidden in a deep corner of my wardrobe. I was ten years old, homeless and wandering the streets at night when Graham—18 at the time—took me in. He was cold and aloof with everyone else, but he was very gentle with me. I knew that I had fallen in love with him when I was old enough to realize it. However, it was a secret that I could never reveal to anyone else. I grabbed the diary and tore it to pieces, shredding every page. Then, I threw the scraps into the toilet and flushed them down.

Through ten lifetimes, I've died miserably because people kept forgetting I existed. So in this life, I decide not to struggle anymore and just wait for death. When I was kidnapped at five years old, I lay down on the spot and held my breath, covering myself with white powder. The kidnappers thought they had killed me and were so frightened that they surrendered on the spot. When the police found me, I was lying on a cart near the morgue entrance. I waved to the morgue staff and said, "Could you push a little faster? I've got another life to get to." At seventeen, I'm found by my biological parents. On the way back to my wealthy family, I refuse to sit in the backseat of the car and ins

"This year's a bigger deal. Ten years of the company, big presentations, board's flying in from a few different offices. I want you on my arm for it." "Ten years," I repeated, mostly to myself. "Ten years." He said it with real pride, the pride of a man who genuinely believed the number belonged entirely to him, and I let that sit without correcting it, because correcting it wasn't a fight I had the energy or the strategy for yet. "We're doing a whole thing. Renata's basically been living at the venue this week getting it planned." He said her name so easily now that I stopped flinching at it, whi

One rule in my family was that they had to prioritize me for everything. When I was ten, I was crippled in my efforts to save my older twin brother and sister from a fire. To coddle me, Mom forced my older brother, Dax Henderson, to stop competing, even as a track and field champion. Dad forced my older sister, Daphne Henderson, to work in a factory on her school breaks to save up money for my medical bills. As time passed, the pain in my burnt joint only worsened. I wanted to swap bedrooms with Dax in order to stay on the first floor. However, Dax smashed everything in his bedroom with teary eyes. Daphne did not say a word when she tugged Dax out of the house. They did not r

Ten years old “How’s my beautiful girl?” My dad asks me as I walk down the stairs of our packhouse on my 10th birthday. “Good morning Daddy. I’m good. I can’t wait to get my wolf today!” I’ve been the apple of my father’s eye for ten years. He is always proudly taking me around, introducing me to our pack members and other pack members through the years. I walk over and hug him as he kisses the top of my head.

Stanley said shortly. They began talking while each and every shared their thoughts until Stanley's name was heard from the entrance which gripped him almost instantly. As it was the face he had seen ten years ago , even though it has totally changed compared to ten years ago , he could still recognize the face and the voice. Stanley was still seated as his mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what was happening at that particular moment until he was roughly pulled up by her. "Stanley it been ten years"Stanley could hear the angelic voice in his head but before he could react , soft lips co

But he was really serious. We would finally have an agreement. An understanding. Not forced labor. It felt… exhilarating. A portion of the weight I had carried for so long slipped from my shoulders. Some of the tension that had lodged itself in my bones since our third meeting—since the moment my fate was sealed—finally began to drain away. Still, ten years? As beings that live very long lives, a decade was not much. It was a blink in the grand scheme of things. But for living the life that is my presence, every day was long enough. Ten years sounded like ten centuries.

The ten years we shared bound only me. She would never let Julian get wet, and now she didn't care that I'd just gotten over a fever. Maybe she never cared about me at all. "I'm going abroad next week," I said, turning to go back. "Take care." She grabbed my wrist, her face twisted, not with regret, but irritation. "Now you're using leaving to manipulate me? I told you I just need to sort things with Julian. You've waited ten years. What's a little longer?"

The only difference that set us apart was the fact that I pursued him for five long years. I was just about to leave when I received a text message from Julian. "I'll be waiting for your 100th proposal tomorrow." I smiled faintly before blocking his number and deleting every last trace of him from my contacts. After bidding all my colleagues goodbye, I left the company with my suitcase in hand and headed straight for the airport. ... The next day, Julian kept his word and appeared at city hall in a sleek suit.

When Nathan saw my face, he looked stunned. "Vivian Warner, what are you doing here?" he demanded. I lowered my head to apologize to the server and explained, "I came here looking for someone." Someone curiously asked Nathan, "Do you know her, Mr. Finch?" Nathan's grip tightened on his wine glass, his expression growing somber. "Yes, just an ex-girlfriend." Someone nearby said thoughtlessly, "You two were together for ten years. I thought you were each other's first love."