Tenth Of December Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Ryan The morning after Christmas felt warm, which was strange due to the freezing temperature outside, but I knew the fuzzy feeling of warmth that had enveloped me when I cracked my eyes open had nothing to do with the weather but had everything to do with the woman tucked into my side, her head lying on my chest and snoring softly.

Sophia suddenly ran in front of me, blocking my way. "Alex! Stop talking like that! I know you must’ve been furious when I left without a word, but I’m back now! Stop saying things you don’t mean." Empty words? Things I don’t mean? What made her think that? I thought I had made myself perfectly clear. She suddenly reached for the pendant around my neck, yanking it out from under my shirt. "This... this is the charm I gave you when we first got together. It’s been over a decade. The cord is already worn out, yet you still wear it..."

I had waited ten years—what were three more days? After my fingers danced across the screen and sent a single word [Okay], I looked up at the picture of domestic bliss before me: a perfect little family of three. Nathan Grant paused for a second, then gave me a smug, pointed smile. “Duncan, you came back at the perfect time! Lenora just bought me this place. Even with you staying here, there’s more than enough room!” A sinking feeling crept into my chest.

Another door slid open, revealing a narrow shaft descending into darkness. Cold air rushed up. Old air. Below us, something hummed. Not machinery. Not quite. Memory. Footsteps thundered outside the dead zone. The wall began to buckle. I took her hand. And stepped into the dark with her. Behind us, the dead zone collapsed. And above us, the hunters finally broke through. Too late.

Serves them right. 'Does anyone know why? Weren't they madly in love just half a year ago? He even gave up a wealthy heiress for her.' 'Who cares? People like that don't deserve a good ending.' 'Wait for the official report. Terrifying. A reminder—don't ever do something you can't live with.' I scrolled through the comments without a trace of emotion. In the kitchen, a pot of chicken soup was still simmering, meant to nourish my child.

Morgan copied the grown-ups and said with sarcasm, "She's finally figured it out and knows to buy what I like. It must be the limited-edition race car model I have wanted forever!" He ran and tore the present's wrappings open. However, there was no race car model. Instead, there was a massive photograph inside. It was the photo of Samuel, Rachel, and Morgan under the snowy peaks of Wintercrown, with a card sitting beside it with one line. "Congratulations on getting a new mom, Morgan."

"He doesn't know how to come in yet, but he's — he's circling." "Yeah." "That's something." "Yeah." Nelson looked out the window at the grey December sky. "It's something." He cleared the plates. She washed them — without being asked, just stood up and went to the sink like it was already, like they'd already learned the small choreography of sharing a kitchen. He stood beside her and dried. Outside, the snow had stopped falling. The street was white and quiet. The community centre murals were half-hidden under frost — those painted hands reaching for stars, temporarily obscured, still reaching.

he murmured, his voice soft, just as it had been when we first met ten years ago. I'd been trapped in a warehouse during an attack by a rival family, certain I was going to die. It was Darrel who had charged through a storm of gunfire to carry me out on his back. Afterward, looking at the gunshot wounds that riddled his body, I knew I owed him a debt I could never repay. "Then don't repay it," he'd replied with an easy smile. "Just keep it. You can pay me back, little by little, down the line."

Behind me, Stella cried out in despair: "Matteo, didn't you love me for ten years? Do you have to be this cruel?" I didn't break stride, and her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Matteo! I'm so sorry!" My fingers curled at her apology, but I didn't look back. Outside, the sunlight hit me, warm and golden. A decade was wasted on misplaced devotion, but I believed the future held happiness for me. After all, I'd found the girl who'd waited ten years for me.