Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

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.

If anything, I found it ironic. For eight years, I'd waited for him countless times on New York streets late at night. Waited for him to leave Mia's apartment. Waited for him to leave those noisy drinking parties. Back then, the rain was so much colder than this. Without expression, I reached out and pulled the heavy curtains completely shut. Dominic. Paris rain is cold. That's eight years you owe me. Suffer through it slowly. For the rest of this life, I'll never look back at you again.

" 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...

He gives me an apologetic smile, bowing as he stops before me. "Forgive her behavior, my lady. Cersei is the sour one of the group." he explains. I shrug, not really wanting to focus on Cersei. "I'm Cecelia, of Ovylian." "Pleasure to meet you, my lady. I am Lipton Vaughn of Lynnexville, though I reside here now with my leader Quill and the rest of my packmates. Please, let me give you the tour around our home." he said, and though I was a bit wary of the rest of the pack, something told me that Lip might be someone to trust.

"Count again," "Two," Smack. "Three", Smack. “Four," Smack. “Five," Smack. "Six", Smack. "Seven," Smack. Her voice came out as a tired whisper. “Eight," Smack. “Nine," Smack. “Ten,"

“Stop being mean to me! Stop being mean to me!” I break down in tears. My chest is stifling. It cannot contain my frustration. Why won't anything ever go my way? “Kael, what do I do?” Kael pats my back with an assuring look. “It's okay. This is not the end. You can still shift another full moon. Pull yourself together.” “What do I do? What do I do Kael…I'm so confused right now…” She sighs and without speaking another word, she just pulls me into her body. I stay there in her hands and my tears flow.

"Why are you trying to keep it as a surprise again? I know that you love me and can't live without me. You saw what happened at the treehouse last time, right? Well, you have to get used to that kind of thing. "After we get married in the future, Shirley will also be moving into the castle we live in. I'll let you be the Runestone Pack's Luna in name, but Shirley is my only true mate." Although I was already aware of his shamelessness, it still annoyed me. I turned to leave, but he stopped me. "Alaric will also be back for tonight's banquet. He's Father's biological son as well as the heir to the country of Silverania. It'll be a very formal dinner, so you must be prepared.

But now, reading them again, his heart pounded faster and faster. The hollow panic in his chest was growing, and he couldn't ignore it anymore. "Papa Dan, why aren't you eating?" Theo tilted his head, confused. Dan forced a smile. "Papa's not hungry, buddy." Valerie noticed his distraction and reached across to take his hand. "Are you still upset with Lynn? Honestly, she went too far this time—having her own daughter play dead just to guilt you. It's so cruel." The more she spoke, the more unsettled Dan felt. He stood abruptly.

I should feel guilty lying to my friends, but it's exhilarating having August on my team. Always called a stuck-up, August is closer to the professors than her peers. Apart from Gwen and occasionally Royce, she never really interacts with anyone else on a personal level, adding to her mystery that fuels my curiosity. It's always been there. That curiosity. Ever since I first saw her in our Freshman Year. The girl who beat Dove out of the top spot and became the Class Representative. I just didn't act on it. Maybe even then, August already intimidated me more than I cared to admit.

She really was eighteen again. She couldn't believe it. It didn't make any sense. What happened to 48 year old Meg? There weren't any good answers. All she could do was make the best of it. Now she could relive her last year in high school the way she wished she had lived it. She had already jumped off to a good start with Bobby in his car last night.