18th Birthday 18 Debut Program Novels & Stories

I remembered the five years of our marriage, my twenty-third birthday, and finally, my death. All of it. And yet, somehow, here I was—seventeen again, wide-eyed and a face full of baby fat. My eyes flicked over to the calendar that hung above my desk, and I noticed the date: it was the last day of summer. And there, on the eleventh of August, was a big red X. My first day of school at Ravencrest University. Despite the shock of it all, I couldn’t help but let out a little breath of relief. I wasn’t dead. I had somehow been reborn six years before my death; a second chance.

As if it once been wipe out from her memory. Before the event of the death of her Grandma, she spoke a strange words, “The truth was that in reality... your 18th Birthday is yet to come.” Her eyes filled with grief, as if having a 18th birthday is a bad thing. “During that time...I'm afraid you will never again waking up. It's my fault... I take you away from him... He could have done something...”

“You’re up early.” Cynthia sank into her chair. “I didn’t sleep much.” “Well,” her father said, folding his newspaper, “that’s understandable. You’ve had quite a week. But we have some exciting things to discuss today.” She looked up, wary. “What things?” Her mother exchanged a smile with him, then turned toward her. “Your eighteenth birthday, of course! It’s only a few weeks away. We need to start making preparations.” Cynthia froze. “Preparations?”

**** Lara**** A week later was my 18th birthday and for the first time in a long time, I decided to celebrate. Finally, I was legally an adult and fully independent. The thought was both thrilling and a tad disconcerting. I pushed my loneliness aside and focused on how best to celebrate.

There was now a possibility that the theme of my life could actually become something other than pains and sorrows. The plan was set for my 18th birthday, which happened to be tomorrow. “Tomorrow is the day I finally get my freedom.”

Two more months before my birthday . I had calculated every day and I just wanted it to come sooner . I couldn’t help it that I would be 18 soon , the thought of it made me so happy and excited at the same time . Turning 18 meant that I was going to meet my mate , excited as I was. I was still scared of what his reaction might be , what could I tell him that my step father had me before him . I was Luna 's daughter and no one would expect me to be that lost but that man is bent on just ruining my life , not even giving me the opportunity to think that this could be the best day of my life .

"You don't need to thank me. I've always known you were the perfect woman for me. And when you turn eighteen, I have no doubt you'll step into your role with even more grace and power." I couldn't resist teasing him, with a naughty smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, you'll see. In just 8 days, I'll officially be an adult, and you're going to enjoy every bit of it." Levi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's so special about turning eighteen?"

He rarely spoke to anyone outside his circle, and when he did, it was usually to bark orders. Still… something about his confidence pulled my eyes toward him whenever he was training. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was fascination. But definitely not affection. At least, that’s what I thought. Six months passed like this—school, training, chores, repeat. And then my eighteenth birthday approached. Silvercrest Pack celebrated eighteenth birthdays like a festival. To them, it was the day new mates were discovered, the day destinies changed, the day life truly began. Leah had been talking about it for weeks.

Mother asked and I snapped out of my thoughts. “I'm just wondering where Dad is. It's my birthday, shouldn't he be here to wish me. Especially since it's my coming of age.” I asked. “He said he'd see you later at the coming-of-age Ceremony he's holding for you and your siblings tonight. They turn 18 tomorrow as well..” Mother said and I rolled my eyes. “They are not my siblings, Mother,” I said and Mother inhaled deeply and breathed out. She looked at me.

“No, I’m still trying to figure people out here, anyway let me get upstairs and start my homework” “Wait Harlem, I have something to ask you” “Ok what is it?” “Your birthday coming up soon, what would you like to do?” “I don’t know, probably a birthday cake and that it” “Son, you’re turning eighteen that a big milestone, you becoming a man I know you want to do something” “I did it just this will be the first birthday I’m spending without Jason we always go hanging out do teenage stuff” “I know, we will talk about it later.”