Novel & Cerita The Wasted Ten Years

The coffee and the pancakes and the notebook and the tablet and the explanation of the new system and the champagne from Portland and the bolt mystery on the porch and all of it. The specifically and permanently them of it. Twenty-one nights. Ten years. The next ten years. Beginning.

] I turned off my phone and watched the scenery rushing past the window. This city held memories of my youth and love, but now I wanted to bury those memories with my own hands. On my first day in Gardenia, I threw myself into work. A new environment and a new project; being busy was the best distraction. Josh sent countless messages. Initially, these were explanations and apologies. However, they later became accusations and complaints. Josh: [Zoe, you're too impulsive!] Josh: [We've been together for ten years! Can't you give me a chance to explain?]

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.

Ten minutes before my childhood friend, Scott Burdett, got married, I personally handed him a bouquet of condoms. He laughed and asked, "Aren't you worried I'll be tapped out by morning?" Caitlyn Harp stood off to one side, her expression hard to read. After Scott left, she adjusted her earrings and studied my reflection in the mirror. "Actually, I'm the one marrying him today. I'm going to use up every last one of those condoms you bought tonight." I froze. She laughed. "Just kidding. I'll explain everything after the ceremony." After that, time seemed to blur. I stood in the best man's spot and watched the two people I loved most walk down the aisle and exchange rings before the off

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

As Faith had said, the best time in life was the ten years between their twenties and thirties, but for Charlie, seven years out of the ten golden years had passed. Charlie couldn’t help but ask himself, ‘Over the past seven years, I haven’t had the chance to enjoy life. What will happen in the next three years? If I were to be unable to seek revenge for my parents within these three years, my golden years would have just been wasted… just like that…’ At this point, Charlie felt a little lost. However, he had never once resented the past nineteen years of his life. Although over those nineteen years, the first fifteen of them had him feeling very lonely and helpless. Three years later, he ha

Edwina My mother’s face goes pale, her wine glass trembling in her grip. "What did you just say?" she whispers, her voice barely audible. "No, it can't be," Abuela murmurs, her shock palpable. The hum of conversation and clinking cutlery vanishes, leaving only a suffocating silence in its wake. "Our daughter died almost fifteen years ago," my father growls, his fists slamming against the table so hard the silverware rattles. "So what kind of bullshit is this?"

Ten years later__***** Ten years passed in the blink of an eye. Every had withered away, Lucas's feelings, hope, and everything. This world was cruel. A ten-year-old kid was being confined just for being the son of Lucifer. He was a curse. He thought. His stomach had grumbled for years, expecting a munch of food but nothing came. What filled the room was the stench of dead animals and also the ones picking on his foot and biting on them like it was some candy.

She continued as Ruth looked with confusion “This has now become your stubbornness, unreasonable want for possession.” “Love is like a beautiful flower. It blooms at sometimes opportune and other times inopportune moments.” Dana let out a wry smile “But it needs to be nurtured…. otherwise, it withers.” “For the wise, it becomes a beautiful memory. For others, it becomes a sore point eating into their conscience.” Dana opened her palms “What you make of it, is your choice.” “What about the 10 years I wasted?” Ruth cried bitterly. “Is it not better to let go now, than waste another 10 years?” Dana looked sincerely “Another 10 years, you can choose to be free and happy rather than miserable and

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.