Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

“Come on, this is a joyous day! Mia, let’s wish the Alpha a happy birthday and a wonderful life together with his Luna.” Leonard’s voice was bright and loud, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. When I stayed silent, he looked at me again over his glass and mouthed, “You can use a forgiveness coupon.” Back then, Leonard had asked me to be his Mate 98 times, and I had rejected him 98 times. I thought he would give up, but he summoned all the werewolves in the pack for the 99th time and got on his knees, swearing to the Moon Goddess,

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.

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.

Group hug it is. Finally !

August repeated to the silence. ​---

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.

"No." Alex gritted his teeth. He looks a little angry. Iblinked in surprise at her stinging response. "Why not?" I replied more calmly. I'm grateful the current tone of voice doesn't sound disappointed. 'I knew you would say that again," he grumbled and then he let go of my arms from his body and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me. "Why not?" I repeated again now more curt. "Because I'm only eighteen? Alex, if you can think beyond your illusions about me right now, you'll realize I'm already one hundred and eight- one hundred and nine next month!"

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.

No matter what Sylvie said next, Estelle answered with the exact same words. "I'm eighteen." Sometimes she even cut Sylvie off mid-sentence—just to repeat it a second time.

" Parth, stop running, please give back my phone, ' Lily shouting and running after him like Tom runs after Jerry. " First you promise me, you'll let me play game for an hour on your phone, " Parth jumped up on a high-broad wall of his home and said. " No, i won't." Lily said, " and please return it, you already played a lot. " she sulked and acted like crying. Parth, a higher secondary boy, very mischievous and jolly in nature, next year he supposed to be a college student but he was still a baby by heart. The reason was yet to come so soon...