18 And Ruined Novels & Stories

I can't believe the fact that I had not cleaned my room for two weeks, Elektra would kill me and what would Alcinder think of me. He loves me too much. As a Friend, of course. I started picking up my jeans into the laundry basket while the loud music I played blasted in my ears. I turned to the calendar and the date was July 31st, 2022. Oh shit! I'm eighteen today. Eighteen and broken Eighteen with pills Eighteen with pains and holding on to the past Eighteen with broken dreams and spiteful family Eighteen and depressed... I wasn't going to celebrate anything. Today my fate was going to be decided. The healer was going to mock me again and speak coldly, telling me I would die without a mate.

“You’re imagining things. Plenty of families were ruined back then. Mine included. It’s not some big mystery.” “Ruined by who?” he pressed, eyes narrowing. “You’ve never mentioned that before. Tell me the full story, Elena. If we’re doing this marriage, even a fake one, I need to know what I’m stepping into.” I took a sip of wine to buy time. “My father lost his business in a bad deal. He trusted the wrong people. The stress killed him. End of story. Happy now?” “Not even close,” Damien replied, voice low. “Because I was blamed for a lot of those collapses. Including the Hart family’s. Does that name mean anything more to you than just headlines?”

The writing was vile, full of excuses and deflection. There was no trace of remorse. It was the frantic begging of a man at the end of his rope. He even had the nerve to mention the child whose death he had caused knowingly. After reading it impassively, I tore the paper and fed it into the shredder. I learned of Tessa’s fate by chance while out shopping one day. She had suffered a mental breakdown and lost the child. Traumatized in both body and mind, she never recovered after returning to her hometown.

She really was eighteen again. She couldn't believe it. It didn't make any sense. What happened to 48 year old Meg? There weren't any good answers. All she could do was make the best of it. Now she could relive her last year in high school the way she wished she had lived it. She had already jumped off to a good start with Bobby in his car last night.

Like Grandma Jocelyne, Judith knew what she wanted in life, but this dreadful August 15th had given a nasty surprise. The day before, kisses, words, and gestures of tenderness had been exchanged profusely. This breakup had happened as quickly as the others. She had counted them in a notebook. Thirteen. Just as unpleasant as a day in a heatwave without a single drop of saving water. Brutally victim each time, she flooded the couches of the shrinks with tears and made her bank account go through awful states.

Even my goddamn tab at the liquor store. “Two hundred and sixty-five thousand, six hundred and twenty-two dollars,” I muttered aloud, voice cracking. And some cents, because why not? Misery loves precision. I laughed, short and bitter, and then the laughter turned into tears before I even realized it. The bottle slipped from my hand and rolled off the couch. I let my head fall into my palms and wept. “Damn you, Julia,” I choked. “You ruined me. You fucking ruined me.”

" I wasn't of age to decide" "You were of age to mark your own step,you were of age to decide who is going to be with and you were of age to decide you were gonna desert you friends for money,you knew she'd feelings for you but you shattered it all,her heart, her well laid out life and that little hope for a better future"hope click her tongue. "And now you came after years to claim underage,get the hell out of my life,get the hell out of my friend life we don't need you"

We drifted off together, tangled up, refusing to let go despite the pain. I spent my eighteenth birthday wrecked, but it still ended exactly where I belonged. And no matter what, I'd make sure nothing like this happened again. Suki had crossed a line. There was no coming back from it.

Bella was too naïve to notice. This girl. Barely twenty-four hours with me, and already she's managed to hurt me so badly. I think my ribs are seriously broken. But no way am I going to a doctor. I am Riven Romano I don't need anyone to patch me up. If I do, they'll perceive me as weak.*

There was some more junk stuff, I think things he tried to make but failed. I find a broken picture frame right on top of a large box. It's a photo of Arianna, the glass broken—she looks really young here, like eighteen? Or twenty. I decide to snoop in the box now. It's probably just a bunch of Arianna stuff and I like to hurt myself because it helps to toughen my heart for whenever he doesn’t want me anymore.