Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

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.

he began, his voice cool and detached, a contrast to his earlier pronouncements. “This is not what it seems.” My stomach tightened. Deep down, I had known. “This is a contract marriage,” he stated, his eyes fixed on mine. “A temporary arrangement. You will play the role of my wife and the mother of my child, for exactly one year. After that, you will leave. Without the child.” My blood ran cold. Leave? Leave my child? “In return,” he continued, as if discussing the weather, “you will receive a substantial sum – $100 million – to kickstart your career. I will also purchase a house for you in New York, a place where you can begin your new life, unburdened.”

What if you didn’t? “What time?” I asked quietly. His smile appeared slowly. Like he’d been waiting for that. “Seven.” “Where?” “You’ll see.” “That doesn’t sound suspicious at all.” “Trust me.” I snorted softly. “You’re a billionaire CEO who admits to watching me for weeks.” “Months.” My head snapped up. “Months?!” He shrugged. “You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,”

His voice uttered the words without a lace of emotions in them. Jane's heart thudded in excitement. She couldn't believe it was finally happening. A small smile adorned her lips. " Yes dad. I'll not disappoint you this time." Her voice was filled with determination. " Remember, only this one year." Without waiting for a reply Mr.White turned back and left the place. " Yes, only this one year," Jane whispered to herself. She got this one last chance. By no means she would let it go in vain. Everything would be alright this year once she would land in New York.

It did not start from the time we pranked our friends and wore matching onesies. It starts from a time I remember distinctly. I can recall the events as if they just happened yesterday. It actually begins from our last year of high school. Specifically the last summer before the last year of high school. √√

“How fast do you think those lawyers can get a settlement and everything out of the papers? Maybe we can just wait until then.” “Not soon enough.” The lawyers on both sides were getting paid by the hour, so naturally neither party was inclined to move quickly. Realistically, he knew it would be months before they finished. Even if the lawsuits were settled tomorrow, the press wouldn’t forget it so soon. His publicist had stressed that this was going to last for at least a year. Maybe more. Her big eyes drew her in. Desire still flickered in green depths and her lips were moist with their kiss. He couldn’t wait a year. Someone else would see how beautiful and wonderful she was and would steal