The Wasted Ten Years Novels & Stories

His eyes were bloodshot. "Kathy, how could you do this? We've been together for seven years. Seven years, and you're ready to walk away over something like this? Have you stopped caring about the company too?" Seven years. Hearing that only made it sound more ridiculous. I looked at him, and my tone turned icy. "And what have you actually given me in the past seven years? You know exactly how many nights I stayed up working for your company and how much effort I put into it.

While I packed Jack’s briefcase, I found a marriage certificate tucked inside. The official seal had been stamped across the document. In the photo, Jack and another girl smiled at the camera, looking happy and perfectly at ease. My hands trembled as I grabbed the certificate and placed it in front of him. Jack only glanced at it. His expression did not change as he calmly continued eating. “Layla Watson. You know her. She’s the daughter of a minor business associate. “She was attacked last year. Her parents happened to be away, so I stepped in and helped her. Her family’s business has been struggling lately, and they wanted to force her into an arranged marriage to secure some money. S

Milo whispered, 10 years later, looking at key and ruin and 10 socks hanging 10 years. "We have 15 white ruins, 1 family key, 10 socks hanging 10 years, 15 drool patches, 15 dirt patches, 8 freckles on Mara, 47 on you, 550 photos on five fridges, 200 in barn, 50 in New York, $200,000 real money, 80 babies plus Mara, 10 planes rice and beans, 100 pancakes 70 people, five tables one table, 70 people, 10 years," Lucien whispered back, counting 10 years of counting, 10 years of good possessive, 10 years of our table forever.

“Is this question important?” Zayne looked away. Josephine’s eyes turned red as she bit her lip. “I’ve spent ten years of my life loving you. In these ten years, I’ve wasted my youth because of you. My emotions are dependent on you, yet you’re telling me that it’s not an important question? Are you thinking that I’m a bloody fool who wasted ten years of my life to love an insignificant man?”

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CALISTA'S POV ****Ten Years Later*** Woah. It's already ten years, and everything just went fast like a flash. I couldn't believe that it was just ten years ago, since some nefarious calamities befell me left, right, and center. But, I'm grateful. It's been ten years of peace, ten years of love, and ten years of vitality. I am a better person now, and all the hurdles I've had to step over, have shaped me into the best version of myself.

He had declared how much he wanted me then and now It was my turn. He must have read my mind. He responded with cynical laughter. "They are just foolish memories. I no longer feel the same way." "Yet here we are again," I rasped in need. "I have missed you so much, Wade. I was foolish then. I feared society. It has taken me ten years to reach here." I closed my eyes and breathed in. His scent had changed. When I opened my eyes, his back was already turned away. "Don't leave. Let's just talk, Wade," I begged.

At home, we carried sleeping Daniel to bed, checked on James and Hope, and collapsed into our own bed exhausted from the evening's emotion. "Ten years," Blake said in the darkness. "Ten years since the foundation started. Seven years since my charges were dismissed. Feels simultaneously like yesterday and like different lifetime." "It was different lifetime. You were different person." "We all were. Wakes was barely beginning his transformation. Sofia was managing my first campaign. Evelyn was nine years old. Now look at all of us changed, grown, building something that matters." Morrison's ghost had no power here. Only the life we'd built from the wreckage of his revenge.

“What are you talking about?” Her father swallowed. “You weren’t seven when Project Echo ended.” She stared. “How old was I?” “Seventeen.” Her blood ran cold. “No.” “You spent ten years inside the program.” Alexander’s face changed. “That isn’t possible.” Her father looked at him. “They manipulated her perception of time.” Evelyn couldn’t breathe. Ten years. Ten years missing. She remembered nothing. She had always believed her childhood memories simply disappeared. But they hadn’t. Someone had taken an entire decade.

Not in the ways that mattered. Ten years had passed since I had woken up in that abandoned greenhouse, delirious and confused with a fog in my head that took weeks to go away. A decade went by, and I had lived an entire lifetime in that span; I had suffered, survived, and worked hard as hell to rebuild what had been taken.