Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

My cousin is too judgmental. "Oh no! That's why I'm so wrapped up." I answered here. I turned my gaze and saw August sitting on the beach chair and just looking at the sea and the islands. Sometimes I don't understand her because there are times when this girl is not in the mood. I looked at Cayden who was looking at August now. I grinned at what I saw. Well, there is an improvement! Cayden the great is looking at August? What's happening? Is he starting to fall again? Well, it's destiny, the real August died, but he was replaced by someone whose behavior was the opposite. Lost memory, fell again. It's really hard to fight fate. They started as enemies, they can't even get close because they

Natie curiously looked at her as Anelia raised her hands. “Nine times one, you take down your thumb. There you have it, nine but that’s an obvious one. Let’s move on to nines times two, you take down the second finger. See, I’m left with my thumb and eight more this side. So, that’s eighteen.”

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Eight years... It was eight years since I had a taste of kiss... It was during high school when I had a passionate sexual affair with Robbie... I thought we were a couple, though he never openly acknowledged it.. We would secretly hang out.. It was during my heat... I was out of my suppressant and Robbie lost it.... I didn't want to do it during heat, as I knew the chances of getting pregnant at that time is the highest..... But I thought we were both in love and if anything goes wrong, Robbie would be with me....

It was totally blacked out. I felt tired as hell my body was burning and suddenly, I realized that the last person I’ve seen was my sister step sister more specifically. she was helping me dress for my wedding. B-but what happed (gasp), oh I remembered now, I was crying in the memory of my late mother who suddenly passed away when I was just fourteen and Amber was twelve. When I was done remembering my mother.

" I ignored him. Group chat. 'Same time next week.' I wanted to ignore that one, but I put a thumbs up emoji. I couldn't risk them releasing the video before my finals. My whole junior year would be a waste if that happened. Fu8ck them. I would give them no emotion. They would get nothing from me except what I decided to give them. If I had to have meaningless se8x to get through this, I would. But fu8ck them both. ----- ----- -----

I wonder if Mayson remembers what the thirty-first of May is significant for. Eight years ago it was a Saturday night, one week before graduation. God has smiled down at me because it is on a Saturday night this year. I proposed eight years ago and I am going to propose again. I have only a few days to get all of my plans together. Mayson is at an alumni meeting in Arkansas so I have time to plan. My first stop is going to be her Mom and Dad’s house. Her mom had one special thing I needed for that night.

he teases. “Would that be before or after my sister knocks your lights out?” Asks Delta Chris with smug amusement. “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” says Vitali in annoyance. “It was yesterday!” The Gamma and Delta exclaim in unison. “You know, the level of immaturity from you two right now is very disappointing,” says Beta Vitali with a haughty demeanour. “And frankly, I don’t have to put up with it. Good day to you both,” he says as he saunters off with his nose pointed to the sky while onlookers snigger.

Jenna suggested they go to an eSports lounge and game all night. Shawn hesitated for a moment. He looked down at his phone. Our chat window was still open. Our last interaction was that voice call. Jenna asked, “Shawn, don’t you want to call Samantha and check in? She might still be upset. Maybe you should apologize to her.” In irritation, Shawn turned off his screen and threw his phone onto the back seat. “Forget it.” They drove to the eSports hotel. When they were booking the room, Jenna cozily hooked her arm through Shawn’s.

“Laura, I hope you’re happy, housing your father… You're such a big girl now. But for how long?” I knew where this was heading. Marriage. This… this is why I moved out. “I have lost my appetite. I'm going to bed.” The lazy noise of the chair against the floor made my exit even harsher. “You have a suitor, Laurabeth!” my mother wailed from her seat. “I have millions of suitors for you who would help us solve the problem of our bankruptcy, yet you reject them!” Father yelled. “Because I am eighteen and I just graduated high school, Mum! What would the neighbors say? What would-”