Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

I shot my twin a pout for teasing me. “I see you’re enjoying your company, nin gwanuning.” I shot back at him. He blushed so deeply. Not only him but Stacie and Eliza too. “I see I’m not the only one who has found my fated at this point.” I wasn’t going to let him get away with calling me out like that. “I’m still under eighteen. I haven’t found my fated yet,” Stacie argued. I rolled my eyes at her. “What? I haven’t. I can’t till next year.”

"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!"

DECLAN - I woke up to an endless vibration shaking the nightstand. My phone buzzed nonstop. My first breath felt heavier than usual, like something in me had shifted overnight. Eighteen. My eighteenth birthday, the turning point for someone like me. People called it the alpha threshold, a time when the power starts humming under your skin, ready to test just how strong you might be.

A reminder to the world that August Childe was engaged to Taylor Whitmore and everything was perfectly in order. Except August was late. Very late. I glanced at my phone again. 9:15 p.m. He was already forty minutes late. I scoffed under my breath and crossed my legs impatiently, tapping my manicured nails lightly against the armrest of the chair. Typical. August had a special talent for being difficult. The man ran a billion dollar company with terrifying efficiency, yet when it came to anything involving me, he suddenly developed the time management skills of a rebellious teenager.

I can't believe that has been ten years since I left. It's been eleven years since I lost my mate. eleven years since my younger siblings were born. Eleven years since I became depressed and I was on a journey of self-destruction. The loss of a mate is the worse thing we can ever go through. But I survived, With the help of my family I managed to keep myself sane. I caused a lot of trouble and that is why I got sent away. I was determined that I couldn't become alpha so I was trying to make the pack hate me.

about that future wedding. Eight years had passed, and I was still waiting for the day that promise would come true. But now, I had decided to go home. I wouldn't wait any longer. The car moved silently through the night before stopping in front of my villa. Mason unfastened his seatbelt, apparently assuming the tension between us had already passed. Out of habit, he leaned toward me, trying to kiss me. I raised my hand and pressed it lightly against his shoulder. "I'm tired, Mason."

As I stared I wondered within me what could possibly make news on such a beautiful day. “Oh! It is the 18th of May” I said to myself as I smiled. This day was of course very special to me and most especially to my best friend Courtney because it was her birthday. Courtney and I had known each other since we were five. They first moved into our neighborhood shortly after Courtney's father(Mr. Williams) lost his job as a bartender because of his ill mannered and insolent behavior 13years ago. On this very special day, I already had Courtney's birthday present well figured out and as always, I was so certain she'd love what I had got her.

ME: Just typical? I pressed send almost immediately and hoped that he would respond just as fast as I replied now. I didn’t like his reply of just one word and a period but I’m trying to stay alive and hopeful. I began to think he’s losing reception and that he had already typed a continuation to that but it just wasn’t sending. My phone buzzed again just after a minute and I’m more than excited to read August’s reply. AUGUST: Yeah. I went out on a movie date with Rachel.

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“This one’s mine.” Inside was a single sheet of paper. No threats. No games. Just a list. A timeline of August’s life moments only he should remember. Some were innocent: “age six, won the spelling bee.” Others were more personal: “age fourteen, kissed Liam behind the chapel.” “age seventeen, burned the first manuscript.” Each line ended the same way: You were never alone. August’s hands trembled. His knees went weak. At the very bottom, one last sentence was scrawled in a different ink: