Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

Megan Valtz has spent her whole life paying for a debt that isn't even hers -one tied to her father's death. One that never seems to shrink no matter how much she and her mother sacrifice. When debt collectors show up at their small shop threatening arrest, and the shock sends her mother collapsing to the floor, a cold, a powerful stranger is the only reason it doesn't end in tragedy. She doesn't even catch his name, just his credit card, left behind in the chaos - and when her mother needs emergency surgery she can't afford, Megan makes a decision she can't take back. The card belongs to Arian Carussa, billionaire CEO of Z Corporation, and using it without permission is fraud. He has ever

Every family gathering came with subtle hints, suspicious questions, and not-so-subtle reminders about marriage and children. Unfortunately for them, I still had businesses to run, deals to close, and an empire to manage. Romance wasn’t on my agenda, and neither were babies. On my way out of the hospital, I stopped by the gynaecology department to see my older sister, Nora. “Hello, Spider,” I teased. She didn’t even look up, eyes locked on a stack of reports. I reached over and plucked them from her hands. I wasn’t expecting to see Chloe’s name,William’s wife. Why the hell would she book an appointment here?

Rihanna was ready. She had been ready longer than she’d admitted—to Dennis, to herself, to anyone who asked casually if she’d ever leave Willow Creek. Her documents were scanned and saved in neat folders. Forms filled. Deadlines met. Acceptance letters printed and tucked carefully into a file she checked more often than she needed to. Two months. That was all. When she told Dennis, his reaction was instant panic. “Two months?” he repeated. “That’s… soon.”

Clairol chuckle that makes Draven laugh also. “By the way, I'm Clairol.” They were both still laughing while shaking their hands. After that the music change again. The dj announcements coming over the loud speaker as making the crowd getting more out of control once again. “Should I send you home now?” Draven said. But because of the loud music, Clairol can't even heard him properly. “What?” She shouted. “I'll send you home.” They were both shouting to each other.

“Look, I know you think you have this all figured out, but you still need help. Allow me to help you.” “Ahem, can I get your attention for a few minutes, please?” the voice came from the woman standing in front of everyone. “I know we all want to celebrate, and have fun, there will be time for that. But right now, I just need you to give me some time.” The hall went quiet as everyone offered their attention to her. “Thank you.” she said with a smile. “I believe everyone present here knows what we're celebrating. So, I'll just do a little introduction of myself. My name is Artie Yvonne. I'm a doctor and a software developer.”

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Kayla Swift opened the door. "uh... Hello, Hannah" she said. "H-hello Aunty! I'm sorry for coming like this again. It won't be long" "Oh sure, come in!" she said and I entered. We sat on the same sofa. "uhh... Aunt Kayla, actually I wanted to ask about Ryan" "Yes, speak" "Does he... Does he remember everything?" "uh... Yes! Everything" "umm... So he... He must remember a promise he made... He made a promise to give me the gold medal he won in his third-class"

I love my dog because my life is honestly pretty boring. I’m Margot Morgan, age twenty-five year old with a boring job and a boring life. Broke and ready to fall into the hands of a sugar daddy who would take care of all my student loans and expand my failing nail business.

I challenged confidently. "I can tell that you are very razz and you can do anything for money, so let's do this. I don't have a bride for my wedding day, so how about I pay you to be my substitute Bride for a period of one year. It's going to be a win win situation, you get the money you are desperately looking for and I get married on the 28th as planned, what do you say?