The Wasted Ten Years Novels & Stories

The warmth reader named. The repair finding itself. The center holding. I thought: ten months. I thought: look at what ten months built. I thought: imagine what ten years builds. I thought: imagine what a lifetime builds. I thought: imagine what three hundred years builds. I thought: we already know. We are already standing in it. The founding ground breathed. I looked at it. I looked at Zane. I thought: there you are. I thought: here we are. I thought: look at all of this.

My husband, Harrison Knight, was a workaholic. When stomach pain landed me in the hospital, he had his assistant send me medication. When my mother underwent surgery, he was abroad negotiating an acquisition. In seven years of marriage, he'd missed three of my birthdays and five of our anniversaries. He always said, "The company's still getting off the ground. I can't afford to slow down." I understood. Years ago, his first love, Celeste Foster, had left him because he was poor. Afterward, he'd sworn he would make something of himself. He went on business trips, had late nights, and worked himself to the bone. For seven years, Harrison had pushed himself relentlessly, going from a pen

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

The day Declan James filed for divorce again, the judge gave us one final thirty-day chance to reconcile. Three years ago, when I first found out he was cheating, I smashed his car windshield, staked out his hotel, and even stood on the edge of a roof like a lunatic, screaming at him, "Who on earth is she?!" But he refused to answer. He only repeated the same words. "Harper, let's just get a divorce." My parents told me I had lost my mind. My brother, Henry Sullivan, begged me to stop tormenting myself. Even my best friend, Emma Anderson, wrapped her arms around me with bloodshot eyes and pleaded. "Stop digging, Harper. He's not worth destroying your life over." However, I couldn't le

My boyfriend was obsessed with efficiency and despised anything he considered a waste of time. When it came to our wedding rehearsal, he dismissed it as unnecessary and canceled it. When we went to City Hall to get our marriage license and saw a line, he turned around and left without a second thought. On our anniversary, I made reservations at an exclusive restaurant with private dining rooms, where we wouldn't have to wait in line. I even arrived early at his office to pick him up, hoping to avoid any delays that might give him an excuse to cancel our date. But as I walked in, I overheard his employees whispering among themselves. "Mr. Meyer has been waiting in line for the staff eleva

As if knowing that his goddamned chattering hit a bad spot in me, he went silent. Did he really just say “ten years” now? He really looked for me around the world for ten years and couldn’t find me? Now, that’s laughable. The paparazzi definitely didn’t do so much hard work as looking up the whole world before they found me and bloody shamed me.

“Everyone knows why, Roby. I don’t have any say on this. Besides, we will go on our lives after this concert. I just want this to end.” Silence filled the room for a moment. Caden could almost hear the ticking of time from his wrist-watch, the air lurking around them starting to get heavy. He hated feeling that way. He hated feeling anything at all. “Take a break, Caden,” Mr. Roby said. “I’m on a break for three years now.” The chairman removed his eyeglasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. “You’re not. You’re grieving for three years now and nobody pushes you to move on. You’re not well.”

I say as a thought flashes in my head like a reality. "Non posso più aspettare, ho passato dieci anni solo per assicurarmi che ciò accadesse, niente mi rovinerà questo momento. [I can not wait any longer, I’ve spent ten years just to make sure this happens, nothing will ruin this moment for me.]"

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 collided with his lips, making him get glued In that particular spot.

Moreover, she had lived like this for more than ten years. More than ten years! How many decades did a woman have? Because she liked him, she refused all the men around her. She had never had a boyfriend or tried having a relationship. A girl's blossom age gradually disappeared as she waited. Until now, she had forced herself to a dead-end... It's been more than ten years! It's time to end it! After all, he couldn't like her no matter how hard he tried, just like how Natalie couldn't like him.