Bittersweet Sixteen Suddenly Novels & Stories

I turn to her "Aren't you excited? You are officially sixteen for goddess sake." She says "Oh...yeah." I say, still not getting it. "...You just might meet your mate today! some witches are fortunate to meet their mate at age sixteen. You might just be one of the fortunate ones." Glinda winks, doing the flappy dance. I giggle "Nopeeee, I'll rather be single till after high school. Right now, I just cannot wait to get admitted into Showek's College!" I say excitedly

Although I knew why he called her, it still enraged me so I had to ask. "It's my birthday. I guess you already forgot. Our friend Valerie and I had the same birth month. She's gonna be 26 now if she didn't die early!" I could hear Adam's glum tone upon remembering Valerie who didn't survive that blaze. "Of course, I remember. How could I forget, bro?" I uttered in a not-exciting way. "Happy birthday!" every time we celebrated our birthdays before, we always had a bet to whoever greet first would win a prize. But now, everything had changed. The trio was broken.

More honest than any of the admissions, more honest than the dinner and the drive and the building in the industrial district and all the careful partial truths that had accumulated into this moment. Lucian nodded once. Small. "Alright." That was all. It was enough. At six fifteen the documentation went out. Simultaneously, through every channel, to every contact, exactly as planned. Kael watched the confirmation notifications arrive one by one on his phone and felt the particular stillness of something irrevocable having just occurred. Not relief. Not triumph. Something quieter than either. The feeling of a door closing behind you so completely that the room you'd been in stopped existing.

His voice was cold enough to send chills through the air. "Yes, sir." The Bentley sped away from the hotel. Meanwhile... The auction continued as planned. Finnley remained restless throughout the entire event. He barely paid attention to any of the auction items. Instead, he casually let Sabrina bid on a few meaningless pieces. Finally... The last item of the evening was brought onto the stage. It was a painting donated by tonight's mysterious guest. The artwork depicted a white rose. Its title... Lily. The moment Finnley saw the painting...

“I guess I can fit my two favorite people in my calendar. Just email the information when you have it. Congratulations.” “Thank you, Charlie. We’ll see you Saturday.” I hang up the phone and continue to move down my list of vendors to call. Most of them I’m not looking forward to speaking with as much as I always am with Justin and Robert. A loud, long sigh exits my mouth at the thought of another party to plan. I wonder when I’ll ever be caught up, but then again business is business. Before I know it, the days separating me from the three hundred thousand dollar sweet sixteen party are dwindling away. Each day Morgan barely talks to me since she’s still embarrassed at her outrageous behavi

Two years later Mary's P.O.V A whole week before it's my birthday. My sweet sixteen as it's more commonly known. I know Dad and Dora are planning something because they have been so secretive lately and each time I walked into the room they stopped talking only to continue with something that I really do not believe is what they were talking about beforehand.

"My mom throws birthday parties for me every year but this year is very special. Do you know why?" She asked, turning her head sideways to look at me. I shook my head. "Because it's my 16th birthday. My sweet Sixteen. I've been looking forward to my sweet Sixteen since I watched Mara' sweet Sixteen's party like 6 years ago. I really can't believe my party is in two weeks time."

Walking towards it I grab the note Happy 16th birthday sweetheart Love S

June truly isn't very original, but at least she is plotting something. I drink some bad-tasting alcohol from my red cup. Yuck, what the heck am I wearing? I'm not too fond of suits. My eyes linger on my reflection on the glass table. It's strange. I look the same, yet no one recognizes me as the alpha of the Summerburst pack. June had me drink some strange brew made by her witch friend, which will convince everyone I'm some random guy from the Winterbite pack. Very convenient. "Hello there."

An enormous man named Nate Bitters: rotund, flamboyant, versed in several world languages as head of the library’s Collections Department, and sole witness to the hit-and-run that took his wife’s life. Mr. Nate Bitters, an odd duck he was, or so they liked to whisper around town. Odder yet since his disappearance. One minute he’s giving a quick, jittery account of what he saw to the authorities, and the following day—abracadabra—he’s gone. Smoke in the wind. No messages, no traces, nothing. Gone, like an obese Harry Houdini. What in the hell?