Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

2:49 PM. “Right,” Adrian said. 58 BPM. Looking at photo. At Chloe. 19. _UCLA_ sweatshirt. Smiling. Before December 22nd. “Right,” I said. “Eight,” Ivy said. Counting. Fingers. “We’re eight!” “Eight!” Isla said. Copying. _Thump._ And Reese. Stayed dead. And the _AFTER_ box. Stayed closed. And court. Stayed gone. And 7.

He said and walk towards them. Is he serious right now? Resty, my bestfriend, is going to be my rival? I followed him and meet the girls. I can see that the woman already get along well with the others. Agnes introduced us to the newbie. "Gracelyn meet Resty and Riley. Riley here is our senior". "Nice meeting you all" She said. When she was about to shake my hand she recognized me and cover her mouth surprised. "You're the maniac slash talkative?" she blurted out.

My husband, Benji Morrison, is a system guide from another world. His mission is to get me pregnant so that I can give birth to his successor. However, although I've already gotten pregnant seven times, I suffer a miscarriage each and every time. "Your uterus has been severely damaged due to the amount of times you've suffered a miscarriage," the doctor explains. I'm racked with guilt. I resign from my job and stay at home to focus on getting pregnant again. When I get pregnant for the eighth time, a comment appears before my eyes just as I'm about to share the good news with Benji. "She's so pitiful. She's nothing but a tool that the male lead is using to get together with his first l

I stood frozen in the doorway, staring at the ruins of what I had carefully decorated. Henry had come running, kicked aside the broken decorations and balloons, and hugged Alice tightly, whispering for her not to hurt herself. He didn’t even notice the lettering on the fallen signboard that read: “Happy 3rd Anniversary.” That’s right. Today was our third mate bond anniversary. However, just like the past three years, the celebration was nothing but a joke. Henry and I had bonded as mates and broken it eight times throughout our three-year relationship. The last time we re-bonded was only a month ago.

Even though Leena seemed excited about the birthday party for her that evening, Lacee could tell that her sister was still upset with her for forgetting her birthday. It was Leena’s eighteenth birthday, a day they had been looking forward to for months. The two of them had been counting down the days until Leena turned eighteen, and yet, Lacee forgot the damn day.

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.

This successfully stopped Jake from eating and he got back to playing games making August the person with the least number of wins. August mourned and cursed himself- Why do you have to listen to Aster? Why?

Eight Years Later Cathal “Do I really have to call you Alpha now?” my sister Dimitra asks me, walking into the family living room in our parents’ new house. When I took over as Alpha a few weeks ago, my father moved the rest of the family off of the Alpha floor. Our pack has grown ever since my mother came, and we’d had to start building houses around the pack lands. So, my father built one for my mother, one that he knew that she would love and want to spend the rests of their days in.

But a date… The one or the zero would have to go at the front. 1-1-0-8 would be 11/08. “November eighth,” I said, and then I ran through the rest of the possibilities. 08/11. “August eleventh.” 01/18. “January eighteenth.” Then I hit the last possibility—the last date. I stopped breathing. This was too big of a coincidence to be a coincidence at all. “Ten-eighteen—October eighteenth.” I sucked in a breath. Every nerve in my body felt like it was alive. “That’s my birthday.”

Feisty was one word for her but I could think of other words to describe the woman who had my dick pressed uncomfortably against my jeans while my blood pumped like I had just ran a marathon. "I should go apologize. Can I go back Reena?", I asked nodding towards the curtain, Karen had just disappeared behind. "It's your funeral, but go ahead", Reena replied with a small laugh and a shake of her head. Before I could answer her, the shop phone began to ring and Reena answered it.