Eighteen Again Novels & Stories

“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-”

They had gotten used to postponements over the years, but canceling outright? They thought I was just rebelling again… that I would cave like always. No one took it seriously. Only my best friend, Selena, came over and hugged me tight. "You finally walked away. Honestly, I think you should've left the very first time he postponed the ceremony for Eira. You deserve better." When I finished notifying everyone and returned home to pack, Mason called again. He sounded exhausted. "This time… I don't know how long the delay will be. Eira isn't doing well. You should go ahead and tell your friends the ceremony's off. We'll talk again when she's fully recovered. And you–"

"Here. Stop making a scene. Keep this card. Hire a housekeeper to help you, and use whatever's left for your grandmother's treatment." I had wanted to open my mouth and say that she was already gone. But Gideon turned back and casually added, "The PIN is Chelsea's birthday." My hand froze in midair. Revulsion hit me like I had swallowed a thousand flies. So, the world's youngest genius scientist could not even understand plain words. No wonder he could not manage the most basic human decency. His arrogance was so absolute that he looked down on everyone around him. To him, I was nothing more than an ant.

I felt his arms wrap around my shoulders as he laid his chin over my head. "That's what I'm here for. No need to thank me, Jess. I failed you last night, but never again." He promised. "That's not what you forgot to say. Do you know what today is?" Augustus butted in, confusing me with his words. "No." "It's August 15th." He clarified, but I still wasn't understanding what he was trying to say. "So?" I furrowed my brow at him, getting annoyed. "So, who was born on August 15th?" He added, finally making me realize what a shi.t sister I am.

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She'd start in her new position as her freelance designer as soon as she'd served her notice as Liam's assistant. "—Makes sense now why he's suddenly back. He's here to clean up his little brother's mess. Anyway, if you thought Aleksei is hot, wait until you see Andrei." "I thought they're identical?" Eden stifled a yawn. "Well, Jessica and Elizabeth were identical. But one was still prettier than the other!" "Who are they again?" "Ugh, Edie! Sweet Valley High? The book series?" "Bye, Clara," Eden laughed and hung up. If she never saw Aleksei and his twin, it would be too soon.

Eric stated after throwing a pop corn into his mouth. “Why do your father hate you so much?” Joe asked. “You don't remember everything a thing, do you?” “No I don't, that's why I need you to help me remember” “Are you sure you're talking to the right person, the last time I remembered, you clarified it that you never trusted me”. 'Well guess I changed, by the way, how old am I? “Your eighteen” “I knew it was eighteen” Joe mumbled, looking happy about it.

" No, there is a reason." "There is no reason, I just stopped. Can we please leave this be now?" I try push him out of the way but he doesn't budge and I can feel him boring holes to the side of my head. " What happened 8 years ago. On your 11th birthday?" My heart starts to beat hard against my chest and my hands get sweaty. No, no...please tell me that I am dreaming and he did not just ask me this. We cant be having this conversation, we cant.

“I’ll try next time.” Next time. He’s sick… he’s out of town… next time… next time… next time… Eighteen was days away. There would be no next time. Which female had ever worked in the mines to begin with?