Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

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.

Under the dark sky, a burst of colorful fireworks suddenly lit up, making even the dark rooms in the house bright. I looked at the clock and saw that it was past midnight. It was a new year. Watching the fireworks, I felt happier than I ever had before. The fireworks kept going, lighting up the sky as if they were showing us the way for the year ahead. I smiled, went back to my room, and snuggled into my cozy bed.

Aisha's POV The Paris sky that evening was a golden orange, reflecting the shadows of streetlights on the bustling city sidewalk. I sat on the balcony of my apartment, watching the hustle and bustle below while sipping on warm tea. Five years had passed since I left my old life. Five years since I chose to disappear. Along the way, I had found a new self, but the shadows of the past still clouded my mind. I was no longer the weak woman who felt unworthy of love. Now, I was a respected heart surgeon.

“And travel.” “That’s right.” His expression changed—curiosity flickering into something closer to awe. “That’s… amazing. How long have you been doing this?” I leaned back against the frame, crossing my arms. “One year.” He nodded like he was trying to piece it all together. “That’s wild.” “Wild, yeah,” I said, a little smile tugging at my lips. “But that’s a story for another time.” He looked at me like he wasn’t sure if I meant that or if I was just teasing him—like he was trying to solve me.

Maria’s place seemed like the perfect escape and off he went. Maria lived alone in a fancy condominium she had made her parents get for her right after her 21st birthday. It was the perfect birthday gift as an apartment lf her own meant being away from the prying eyes of her family members. She didn’t like it when people were too in her business.

I managed to ask breathlessly. Diamond leaned into me, tilting his head as his lips reached for mine. I closed my eyes, my lips quivering at the thought of feeling his lips against mine. I felt goosebumps all over my body as I wondered what he would taste like—tequila, because he was an alcohol addict, or maybe strawberry, his favourite sweet? God, what is wrong with me? How could I be thinking like this about a man who used me and harassed me years ago?

"If not here, where?" He was rummaging around when a pile of discarded paper on the table caught his eye. They were the 'forgiveness cards' I had made, each one stamped with a little red heart. His hands shook as he spread them out across the table. He tried to wipe away the red hearts, but they were stubborn, refusing to fade. Staring down at the 66 cards fanned out before him, Walter was hit by a memory. On our wedding day, he had looked me in the eyes and promised, "Melissa, I won't ever need these! My love for you is eternal!"

She kept walking again and I joined her. “Interesting. She must want you dead for having your way then.” I shook my head with a small smile. “More like have a Thanksgiving for not coming.” she laughed and then lowered her voice. “It’ll hurt her feelings to find out it's overhyped.” “Ah, just how bad?” My stomach did a flip flop causing another goosebump. “Everyone says that first year.” She elbowed me. “True. Not made that many friends.” “Mimi?”