Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

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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:

“When do we need to leave?” “Um, in about fifteen minutes,” August glanced at his watch. But with one close look, Aiden immediately shook his head. “I don’t think your watch is right.” “What?” “Last I checked…” Aiden dug under the pillows to find his phone and held it up, “it’s eleven forty-five, not eleven fifteen.” “Oh no,” August’s soul seemed to leave his body. “Oh no, no, no, no, no.” “We’re not late, are we?” Aiden’s eyes went wide.

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

She arched her brow as she climbed onto the platform waiting for me. “Isn’t that what we’re doing now? I figure after a multi-day near-death experience, the best way to feel alive truly is hot sex. Especially if it’s hot sex with your mate, I’ve been told sex with a mate will wipe your memory of anyone you’ve slept with before them.” I shrugged, grunting as I knelt on the platform to finally get August off my back. “If you can pardon him, mate, Tie tends to be on the vulgar side.” August sighed, moving from me to rub against her legs.

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 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.

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.