18th Birthday 18 Debut Program Novels & Stories

Lina POV. It’s been 2 weeks since Alpha William introduced me to the pack and tomorrow is my 18th birthday. Or technical it’s first the day after tomorrow. But they say the shift always happens at midnight for the day, so that is why it’s being celebrated tomorrow night. I am sitting in the bathtub relaxing a little, last few days have been so busy, Luna Elizabeth planning my birthday party together with my grandma. Even I told them I don’t want anything big. But they tell me 18 is an important birthday.

' 'Which, is why you should have joined us in the bean tunnel for reassurance. She laughed again. 'I am no teenager Millicent. A threesome in the bean tunnel at my age may have severely depleted your father’s harvest. One of us would have fallen over. So, come on. Calm my troubled brow.' 'You are the mature person here, Vera. What is your take? How do you want to handle it? For me - Friday, after the dance, was just a happening that seemed right at that moment. If it ever seems right again, then it’ll happen again.'

"Happy birthday for tomorrow, Charity Case. Or should I say, happy debt-anniversary?" I stared at the mess. Tomorrow was November eleventh. I was turning eighteen, the age where most girls in the Syndicate started looking for a way out or a way up. For me, it was just the day I officially became property. It was also the twenty-first birthday of the Moretti triplets—the princes of the Blackridge underworld.

Noah stood amid two fires wondering which to approach first. “Instead of worrying about things out of your hands,” Bernard said, breaking the silence. “How about you prepare for your debut? You are almost 18.” Right, her 18th birthday was almost upon them. It’s when she’ll become a true shifter, and have her first full transformation. Why wasn’t she existed though? It was what she had always wanted. What she has always talked about with Luke when they were kids. “Who am I going to debut as?” she said, the first thing that came to her mind. “Ella Jenkins? A character you created?”

The silver cuffs and collar were removed last night so I could start healing. The only reason they want me healed is because on the weekend Statham and Jayce are having a massive party because both of them will be 18. Statham and I turned 18 when I was in a coma. Jayce turns 18 on Friday so Saturday they decided to have a massive coming of age party. Both packs will be in attendance along with the Knightlock pack aswell. That way there is a better chance of them hopefully finding their mates. I honestly feel sorry for anyone mated to any of the Savage Six.

My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside. “Are you going to the game Friday,” Sofia asked. “Yeah,” I said, spinning my lock, “probably.” “Cool,” she said, fixing her hair, “bring a date, it is more fun.” “Right,” I said, “fun.” I grabbed my English book, and my phone buzzed. It was a reminder I set for myself last week. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, with a little calendar emoji. I stared at it, then turned my phone off. I did not need the reminder, the whiteboard was enough, the hallway was enough, and the date on my driver’s license was enough. I turn 18 in six months. Six months to figure it out.

Eighteen is a special birthday for many. My eighteenth birthday is special for different reasons than one would think. Eighteen signifies adulthood, but I’m not so sure adulthood is important to an immortal. It’s not even that I have all the time in the world to grow up. Ever since I started going on missions with my dad at fourteen, I’ve grown up. When you learn to reap souls, and one of your grandfathers is Death, well, you grow up on faster.

Lisa's eighteenth birthday was coming up and she had been restlesslly delighted. She had lots of plans for it - one, was to finally move into her own apartment, - Two, was to throw a big party and - three was to own her ground for the next prom queen. Being eighteen for her meant more than freedom and she was ready to exercise that exclusive rights bit by bit. She had arrived in her new quiet apartment and was settling down, but she picked up her phone to FaceTime her friends and share the good news.

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18th birthday? No. That was weeks ago. My voice trembled as I whispered, “What day is it?” Mae paused, her fingers halting in my hair. “What?” I turned to face her fully, my hands gripping the vanity table so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Mae,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “What day is it?” She frowned at my odd behavior but answered anyway. “It’s the Pack's Mating Ceremony, and your 18th birthday, Isabella.”