27 Twenty Seven Novels & Stories

"How old are you?" "i am turning 27 this year" "What's your favorite color?" "I like bright colors like yellow, purple,green" "Do you want to live in this house" "No" Suddenly hid eyes shot open and Jude swore she saw fear in them

"Seven like the number?" Seven nods as he carries the bag of groceries for me towards the lift. "Yea... Seven like the number. And just so you know, Seven is a lucky number." "I've heard that before..." His green eyes sparkle. "And what actually made my mom call me Seven is because I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month." "7th July?" Seven nods. "Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer."

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: yes. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: twenty-eight years. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She thought: still.

Twenty. At twenty I could breathe a little better. Nathan was looking up at me with his big eyes. He didn't care about videos or Ethan or my jealousy. He just wanted his dad to take care of him. So that's what I did. Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three. I warmed a bottle and fed him while I kept counting in my head. Twenty four. Twenty five. Twenty six. Nathan drank his milk and made little happy sounds. Twenty seven. Twenty eight. Twenty nine. Thirty.

The whole arc visible. She is not surprised by what she sees. She is confirmed. The quality that was present at twenty-seven is present at seventy. More of itself — not different. The depth at seventy is what the depth at seventy is. She could not have described it from anywhere shorter. Ethan turns seventy in January.

What the hell am I feeling now? I heard the click of his watch clasp before I saw him get down the stairs. He wore a simple blue shirt and beige pants. Still, he looked like he owned the city. There is nothing simple about Bash. "Enjoying the view, eh?" He asked me with a smirk. I rolled my eyes, "Number seven," I said, working on my laptop. "What is number seven?" He asked, rolling his sleeves. Damn, his hands. Indeed, I am enjoying the view.

“She explained the system.” “The system,” he said. “The numbered rules,” she said. “She said you were at twenty seven.” “I was at twenty seven in September,” he said. “I’ve added since.” “What number are you at,” she said. “Twenty nine,” he said. “So twenty eight is available,” she said. He looked at her. At the smile. The one that was about something specific. “What’s twenty eight,” he said. She looked at the ceiling. “Ground rule twenty eight,” she said. “Catherine stays for breakfast.”

“Mama took my ultimatum. This year I am 27 years old, mom and dad want me to immediately end my bachelor period. " "Hahahahahahaha. Honey, how old are you now? You're still 27 next year, right? Already, don't think about it. " "Mas, did you forget that in November I will be 27 years old?" "Is it true? Let me count first. "

"Well, preferably songs for a dead boyfriend." My smile dropped in an instant, then I faced you. And there you are, giving me an innocent look. "What for?" I asked. You shrugged your shoulder and looked away. Then you took the notebook and pen away from my hands. "Seven songs will do. I'll start with this song I discovered last night." You diverted your attention to the notebook and started writing.

"I'm not making a fuss. I'm serious. I have something else to do, so I won't disturb you any longer. I'm leaving." I pulled open the door of the private room and walked out. I had not gone far when I heard them talking behind me. "Ash is really making a big deal out of nothing." "The videos of Rowan and Nina blew up, and our studio has gotten a lot of sponsor interest. That is a good thing. Why be so petty?" "Exactly." Having lost her patience as well, Nina tossed the flowers aside. "Let him do whatever he wants. Just ignore him." Those harsh words reached my ears, and my steps faltered. A wave of desolation surged up in my chest. So this was how unimportant I was to her.