Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

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,”

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. √√

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

"First of all, I've cut ties with Jessica, so please don't bring her up anymore. Don't harbor any unnecessary feelings because of her." Rebecca was stunned. She couldn't comprehend David's words. Then, she was handed a phone. It was unlocked, and the screen lit up. She heard David say, "Look at the date." Her aggrieved expression turned into shock, and her reddened eyes slowly widened. Her mouth was agape, and she was lost for words. "It's … 2023 already?" "Obviously! What year do you think it is?" David tried to impersonate Daniel's speech.

After a long stretch of focused work, she was finally done. The building had quieted down completely. She flicked on her phone for a bit of mindless scrolling. That was when a message from Helen popped up. Without a second thought, Chloe tapped it open. [Why didn't you 'like' my post?] A minute barely passed before another message followed. [Oops! Sorry, Chloe. Wrong person. Don't be upset, okay?] Driven by curiosity, Chloe checked Helen's social media feed to see what the fuss was about. Her screen was filled with photo after photo of presents from Andrew and Stephen, including a luxurious pink princess gown laying spread out, resembling a fluffy pink cloud.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

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Sena didn't really care about why Dannie covered part of his face like that. “Well, what do I care!” Sena muttered while shrugging her shoulders. For Sena, whatever Dannie uses is completely unimportant, the most important thing is that this marriage can end as soon as possible. Oh god, does one year go by so fast? Can Sena get through everything safely? Sena furrowed her brows as she imagined the things she had sacrificed for this absurd marriage.

After half a year, they only took the money and no longer replied. At that point, Thomas's phone rang. He hurried off to clock out. I took one last look at Lisa's file, then stood up and went home. In the shower, I pulled off my scarf and exposed the vicious, ugly scar on my neck. Samantha had caused it. Ten years ago, in the spring, I couldn't reach her—and Zane had vanished too. Gritting my teeth, I used the last of my money to buy a cheap plane ticket and went to look for her.

I know Jayson wasn’t down for whatever or forever, but damn, part of me still wants him. When it’s all shattered and broken into pieces… it’s so unimaginable when the heart just stops working. Will leaving us be worth it? You can call me that curvy girl — the finest in my family, with a mad sense of humor. By the way, I’m just a 26-year-old Canadian girl. On the 10th of March, one of my bitches rang me up.