Anniversary 9 Month Novels & Stories

I asked her, trying to fill in the blanks of this life that didn’t truly belong to me. Nana hesitated, counting on her fingers as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle. “Well, let’s see… you’ll soon be twenty-nine…” She trailed off, lost in thought. Twenty-nine? Aria and I were the same age. My real birthday was in two months.

“About what we hold until people are ready.” She held his gaze. “We hold it,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “All of us,” she said. “The table holds it.” “Yes,” he said. She put her hand on the kitchen table. He put his beside it. The warmth. The specific warmth. “Nine years,” she said. “Nine years,” he said. “A lot happens in nine years,” she said. “Yes,” he said. “We’ll be ready,” she said. “We will,” he said.

It’s our anniversary today, Mike and I are celebrating our two years anniversary of being together today and this is our third year of knowing each other so it’s kind of special. Especially because he says he has something planned. To put it in his words a very extravagant and special night for a special woman.

Lana walks in with a tray of food… Sal’s food. She freezes on seeing us in the position we are, and she quickly turns around. “I didn’t see anything!” **** Updates are supposed to be on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and maybe on some weekends. BUT. July is my younger sister's birthday month. A special month to me, and since it's the 1st of July, here's this. Happy new month. Thanks for coming this far. You're the reason I can keep writing this with so much heart. Thank you❤❤

Zoe Hayward ran to the bathroom and saw a blood stain spread. At first, she thought that period had come, but counting the days, it seemed that it had not come for two months since last time. Wouldn't she... Zoe Hayward's heart suddenly clicks that two months ago, Mociya Keltch got drunk and thought she was the Tee Edquil. The two have been having sex again since their wedding three years ago. Perhaps if her father had not died she would have been glad of the child, but now...

The three of us are reaching toward September. ---

She continued to blabber. "You know what, enough of this. Let's just clean up before I anger Hilton even more than he already is." We returned to the arena to fill our buckets once more. "How do you feel about turning nineteen on the very day of the bloodmoon festival?" Stacey asked me when we were done for the day and heading home. "That's not until next month, I'll let you know by then." I chuckled. "Um, need I remind you that next month is tomorrow, and your birthday is literally just three days away."

That message read: ​ “XI•VIII•MCMXCVIII = 11 Aug 1998” ​ It was her birthday. ​ THE END

Really, what's going on here? He sits down in front of me and stretches his right hand to grab mine, grinning like an idiot before finally spilling it out, "Happy ten day-niversary, Baby." My jaw drops at the innocent wish, "Ten... days?" Is he for real? Days? I do get that it’s normal for couples to celebrate anniversaries that go by annually but definitely not by the interval of monthly or in this case, days? Huh? "And many more to go." He leans over the small breakfast tray that's between us and briefly kisses me on the lips.

"You have a sister?" A humorless laugh escaped him. "Most people are surprised by that." Aubrey couldn't argue. The image she'd built of Killian never included family. Never included people he cared about. Yet now every line of his body screamed concern. Protectiveness. Fear. And that realization unsettled her. Because if Killian cared this much... Then whatever was happening had to be serious. "How old is she?" Aubrey asked. "Nineteen." Only nineteen. Aubrey swallowed.