Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

Four and half months later… Time flew at its own pace without any care of anyone. Summer, Spring and Fall all came and went away and now it was Winter's turn. Fortunately or unfortunately this January, it didn’t snow in Toronto. Even though the cold was here but the snow had yet to come. Celeste who was sitting on the table near the window of the tall building smiled, looking at the scene in front of her. Diana was dancing crazily with Mathew at the table while everyone else was cheering up for them. There was loud music going on in the background and everyone was busy dancing, drinking, eating and laughing. Celeste took a sip of her juice while watching Diana's craziness. She had called her

"It's a marriage contract, I don't have to explain anything about it. You will be my wife for a year, after that we can go our separate ways, the rules are you move in with me and act as my wife whenever we are in public. In my house, you will have a separate room, and everything you need will be provided. I will pay a hundred thousand dollars once you sign the contract. Think carefully and let me know your answer." Her eyes were now wide open, she could not hide the look on her face. A hundred thousand dollars? That will take her several years to save with the kind of job she had. She could buy a new house and a car for her dad, start a small business for him. This was a lot of money. She l

Something tells me that Claire’s gonna be a friend I just won’t be able to shake… I need that right about now. “Hey, come over,” Sophie texts. It’s been a long day. The clock reads 12pm. I’ve only been out for 4 hours? It feels like it’s been forever. I guess it’s just that small, molecular part of me that’s introverted, and screaming for me to curl up in my bed with Netflix and snacks. “Is that a question or a command?” I respond. She sends the eyeroll emoji. I roll my eyes, too. No one can see it, but I’m returning her sass. And in this act, I put the car in reverse—without looking behind me.

"I said panicking. Yes, Adya started working earlier than me as I was not in the right state of mind back then. The dreadful incident happened to me when I was in my final year. So I took a break for a year. "Sir why do they want this? First, they preponed the meeting, and now this demand?" Adya asked.

If it’s not for him, none of this wouldn’t happened. Everybody was quietly reading their books while I was doing some doodle at the back of my notebook. Spencer is beside me, the usual. “Anyway– I have some important news!” Nate cheered and suddenly the librarian hushed us. Nate bit his bottom lip in embarrassment but that didn't stop him. “Spencer’s birthday is next week,” He announced. The others give their oooh's and excitement. Well, so what if it’s his birth– wait a minute. Wait a damn minute!

They say the days are long, but the years are short. I used to think that was just something people said to fill awkward silences at dinner parties. Then I blinked, and my daughter was turning one. I sat in my home office, staring at a spreadsheet. It wasn't the Q1 projections for NeXus. It wasn't a merger acquisition target. It was titled Project: One Wild Year.

“I am the team leader in charge of photography.” I knew him! “You took pictures for the Islanders Festival last year, didn’t you?” I asked immediately. “I did,” Big Joe smiled. “Did you see them?” “Definitely!” I shrieked. “It is my honor to work with you.” Big Joe had a big smile on his face. Everything he does seems to be done ‘big’. No wonder his name. “Finally…” Julian pointed to a young lady in glasses. She stepped forward confidently as if she owned the room.

“Mr. Loving, the termination paperwork is all set. Once you sign here, we’ll release the venue for public booking.” Taken aback, Sarah grabbed my arm. “Termination? I told you that I was using the venue. You have paid the deposit. How can you just cancel out of nowhere?” After prying her fingers off me indifferently, I took the pen from the coordinator and signed my name there and then. “James!” Sarah was exasperated. “Do you have to push things so far?” “The venue has been cancelled.” I tossed the pen back to the coordinator and stared at the ashen-looking pair.

his voice low and careful. I tensed slightly, taken aback. I couldn't find a response until after a few seconds, “How long?” “Almost a year,” he admitted. “From the first month I started working for you. I knew I shouldn’t. You were straight. You were my boss. But I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” I stayed quiet, staring at the ceiling. A year. He had been watching me, wanting me, for that long while I had been too deep in denial to even look at him properly.

But the tears in her mother’s eyes, her gaze filled with fear and hope; she couldn’t let her mother miss a chance to be happy because of her. -You promise you will come back for me? -Yes, I promise you. -How long? -Two months, three months at the most, I promise. She nodded. Her mother smiled and returned to pack her things. Half an hour later, they were saying goodbye on the balcony. Esmeralda received a last kiss from her mother and watched her leave, clinging to the promise that in three months they would be together again. A year later, her mother had not yet returned."