Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

I looked around and recognized my classmates. "What's the date today?" "September 15." She answered. She was still focused on the lecture. “1995.” I opened my mouth in disbelief. Now it was confirmed I was dreaming. Or maybe I was hit by the car, and I am now dead. I could be in limbo. I looked around me again and studied the face of everyone in the class. I couldn't be more wrong. I was eighteen again.

MILF, Older Woman with Younger Men, Virgin, Threesome, Big Tits, Big Booty, Big Cocks, Kissing, Titty Sucking, Dick Sucking, Anal Licking, Anal Fingering, Pussy Eating, Finger Fucking, Anal, Double Penetration August was once my favorite month of the year. It was better than Christmas, Thanksgiving, and every other holiday combined. It was my personal holiday season, at least the first two weeks and that was all I needed. For those fourteen days, my life was my own again. I pined for it like a kid waiting for Santa on Christmas Eve.

Easy. Back at the firm, I used to be close with a colleague. We'd meet for lunch every day, sharing meals and gossip like clockwork. Even after I left, she kept sending me voice messages and videos with all the latest updates. One day, she sent me a clip about Selena. The moment I opened it, Nate's cold, drawn face filled the screen. He looked dazed, distracted—like something was gnawing at him. In his hand was a resignation letter. Just as he was about to turn to the second page, Selena walked up behind him and snatched it away, tossing it aside.

"Oh, I almost forgot about that. I'm Calvin, I'm the youngest of Alpha Kenneth's children at the age of 19. I'm not a mean heartless psycho. I do not attend any activities in their honour and do not partake in the torture of prisoners. I've been averse to their whole plan since I could read and understand words clearly. I haven't been out for so long that some people don't even know about me. Yeah and my mate died but it was nothing like yours. She was sick. Really, really sick. So sick, it killed her. Well I thought I'd have the heart to spoil their dinner when I smelled you and your agony and I was there in a flash. Then I got you out of that place and here we are" "Wow" I exclaimed

****** Namit ****** It's been 15 days, everything has come back on track. I have sold my house and bought another one near to Kapoor Mansion for my Sama. I want her to see her family whenever she wants. We have our reception after a week and after that, I am planning to take her to Greece again. Well, it's a surprise for her, no one knows yet, except Dhruv.

"Three years. You have three years to take your revenge then you will work for me.youll have to do a few things in-between but not much" "What? like a reaper? Harvest souls and all that shit....... Emmmm No thank you just send me on my way thank you." Michael shot back. "NO not like a reaper you silly bastard are you stupid you'll be alive in a new body you're not qualified for that job. FUCK. I'm offering you revenge on the people who killed you. A Second Chance at life but when the time comes in three years you do as I say and if the job is done right. You can go live out the rest of your life. Il even let you live till 100 if you want."

Shane's eyes dazzled and he blinked hard as he was taken back memory lane. Eight Years Ago Shane sat over a steamy cup of coffee at Aladeen Cafe. He seemed restless and he looked out through the window repeatedly. The previous night, he had summoned the courage to ask his crush; Nicole Colgate, out on a date. He knew he was not in her league as there was a great class difference between them. Nicole Colgate was the only daughter of The Chief Medical Director of Oxford University Teaching Hospital while Shane was the son of a policeman.

Unknown POV Maybe I was just overthinking and maybe he really did have something waiting for me, some sort of surprise. Something, anything Who was I kidding? He had forgotten and it tore deep at my heart I can't believe that he forgot my birthday and our anniversary… How could he forget? Three years have already passed since I walked down the aisle and exchanged vows with my mate Alfonso, the Alpha of the crystal moon pack. It's been three fucking years! I remember that day vividly, I was nineteen, blond hair tied back to compliment that white armless lacey dress but now at twenty- two? I couldn't say anything about it.

Whitney remained silent. Nine months later,, Whitney one more push. You are almost there. The doctors encouraged her. She had already pushed countless times .She was sweaty and tired already. " Mmmmmmm!" She pushed so hard this time.She took a deep breath and pushed again this time crying so loud. " Oooh! It hurts " She said, " One more time " The doctor said Whitney pushed, tears of joy rolling down her cheeks when she heard the cry of her little baby.

Something deeper. Something bigger. The sky above cracks again. Not wide. Not open. But enough. A thin line. Silver. Alive. My breath catches. No. I was trying to close it. Not open it. The figure smiles. And this time, I understand why. Because I did not seal the door. I just knocked on it again. And something on the other side… is answering.