The Wasted Ten Years Novels & Stories

"The Unification Ceremony is in ten days! You know how powerful a pureblood's scent-tracking is. You really want to leave him without a single trace of yourself?" Linda was incredulous. She remembered how I had dragged her out for a full night of celebratory blood-wine when Vincent finally agreed to the ceremony. I had gotten completely drunk, repeating endlessly how my two hundred years of devotion were finally paying off. But now, here I was, demanding to destroy it all. "You're actually serious," she said, her eyes wide. "I thought you were just blowing off steam at the bar the other day when you talked about canceling." She paused, her brow furrowed. "I watched you pine after him for two

On our wedding day, the officiant asked, "Do you agree to spend the rest of your life with the man standing before you?" Bianca, the woman I had loved for ten years, hesitated. In the end, she shook her head as she clutched her phone and said, "I don't." Then, she grabbed my younger brother, who had just slit his wrists, and ran out of the venue, tearing off her wedding gown as she fled. She never once spared a thought for my dignity the entire time. Heck, she didn't even look at me. Afterward, she simply said, "We'll just make new wedding arrangements. There was an emergency that day. Someone's life was on the line. I couldn't just ignore it, especially when he was your brother." Howe

The day I finish my college entrance exam, I drag my suitcase back to my parents' house downtown. When Mom opens the door, the first thing she says is, "Now that your college entrance exam is over, stay home for a while." She says a while, not for good. There are three children in our family. My older brother, Samuel Stroud, and my younger sister, Isabelle Stroud, have always lived with our parents, while I was raised by my grandparents. Samuel has his own study, while Isabelle has her own bedroom. I sleep in the living room. Everything they give me is temporary. My toothbrush is disposable, my slippers are disposable, and even my towel is disposable. I don't even have a key to th

I had been in love with Leo, the Don of a Mafia family. For seven years, I was there with him through the darkest nights, cleaned up after him more times than I could count, and convinced myself that he would give me the ending I deserved. When word got back to me that Leo was planning a proposal, I could barely contain the tremble in my fingers. However, the woman he was proposing to wasn’t me. My eyes burned, and my voice was barely a whisper. “Why?” Leo pulled me into his arms in assurance, his chest warm against my skin, but the words coming out of his mouth were anything but. “Nina has cancer. Her only wish is to know what it’s like to be proposed to. I couldn’t say no to h

After my miscarriage left me depressed, I stood on the rooftop the day I discovered my cheating husband was having an affair with my best friend. My best friend, Natalie Smith, regretted it so much that she slashed her own face with a knife before leaving the country. To make me feel safe, my husband, Steven Palmer, had a tracking device installed on himself. Every time he came home, he would hand me his phone. Even if he was only leaving for five minutes, he would always video-call me and tell me where he was. But when I became pregnant again and went to the hospital to start my prenatal records, I suddenly received a video call from myself ten years in the future. I stared at the woman on

“Huh? How did that even happen? Can we still go back then?” “If we can’t take over this universe, it’ll all be wishful thinking. If we’d like to go back, we can’t waste any more time… it’s been ten thousand years, and I’m growing impatient.”

He said with low voice and sat down with her on the floor and very close to her. “Habibat! You should have stop doing all these, all these are not good for you” The guy said with low voice, Habibat’s personal assistant came out from the kitchen. “Good evening MMK, please talk to her because I am fed up!” She put drink down and going back to the kitchen. “This is how you have been for days now, you don’t need it!” “Twelve years! Twelve years is wasted!” Habibat said with tears and tearing tissue paper.

He then looked at Winnifred and for the nth time, wanting to break up with her. But we have been together for over ten years and she never gave up, so how can I give up on us? Moreover, I have been dragging her down for more than ten years. Asking for a break up now would mean that the years that she had spent with me had been in vain. That's too cruel and heartless! I can't believe that it has been more than ten years since we met and fell in love when we were teenagers. Time flies so fast... In his eyes, Winnifred would always be the little nerd with thick glasses but in reality, she was already over 30. From her teens to her early thirties, she had given the best years of her life to him.

For a moment, I thought maybe Rudolf had done this just to give the Gray family an heir. But that didn't seem like it. It was clear that there was love between him and that woman—and he was the one who had pursued it. I lifted my head to stare at the wedding photo on the wall. My gaze shifted from pain to hollowness, from disappointment to despair. In the end, ten years of marriage were over. We had no children to keep us together, and the Gray family was a powerful household. As the president of Gray Group, how could Rudolf avoid having an heir?

"Since everyone wants to know what happened, I'll finish the story." I whipped around and pointed at Jacob. "On the surface, this guy is a PhD holder from a top institution in Arven. In truth, he lived off a woman for ten years and even two-timed her behind her back! "I funded his studies, paid his mom's medical bills, and covered his sister's college tuition. I wasted ten years fattening them up, while I became malnourished. "I spent 3.84 million dollars on him, yet he bought me a lipstick from eBay worth 6.99 dollars. Worse still, he dropped 1,500 dollars on a castle made of building blocks for his junior!"