Year Of Yes Novels & Stories

"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!

It was the end of the year, and three friends met outside to bond, just like they usually did in the past ten years. They went shopping with the company of each other, went to the salon to beautify themselves, and ate together while waiting for New Year's Eve. They laughed, played around, and soon got tired of each other as they always celebrate the end of the year with each other. The three began to walk with a heavy footstep and listlessly looked for a place to rest. So, when they saw a bench, the three then hurriedly ran off and went to sit there.

“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."

"Fine! You're dead set on this divorce? Then fine! I'll sign the papers right now! Don't you dare regret this, Grace!" I paused, finally reacting. "If you're signing, let's go to the courthouse this afternoon." ... By that evening, the divorce was finalized. Harry, still fuming, stormed off with Sally in tow. I didn't bother with goodbyes, I just felt relieved that it was over. As I stood outside the courthouse, I took a deep breath and pulled out my phone to call a number I hadn't dialed in three years. The phone barely rang before a stern, surprised voice answered.

For three years straight, my father had taken the whole family on a Christmas trip. This year, even my newly-engaged fiancé tagged along. Everyone except me. "Chloe, Legal's swamped at year-end. You'd better stay and work—keep an eye on the house for us while you're at it. We won't book a ticket or hotel for you." My father's excuse sounded perfectly reasonable. Beside him, my mother and sister were already chatting about the snow-capped Alps, not a flicker of doubt that anything was off. And my fiancé, Jack, was helping them load luggage, grinning as he said he'd be the perfect German translator for the trip. For three years, they'd always found a reason to leave me behind. And for three ye