Eri Grown Up Novels & Stories

Terry widened his eyes, sucked hard on his bottle, then announced, “Grandma, my tummy’s weak. I need special formula.” Irene’s heart twisted. “Good boy, you’ll grow stronger.” “I’m already better! Mommy says after this year I can stop milk and switch to herbs. Because of the formula I can’t go to school yet.” “School can wait—health first. How about Grandma takes care of you from now on?” She beamed at her four grandsons; life felt dream-sweet—so perfect it might float away.

“And I told you I’m grown.” “Then move.” “No.” “Then you’re under my roof.” Mira threw a pillow. It hit me directly in the face. I caught it. “What?” “Leave her alone.” “She started it.” “She went on a date.” “Exactly.” Erian groaned and stretched across the couch. Her head landed in my lap like it had done a thousand times before. I looked down at her. She looked up at me. “What?” “You too grown for this.” “Get over it.”

Riri just averted her gaze from him as she held back her annoyed face as she wanted to laugh with her uncle's mocking look. "no... of course, I didn't say anything" he said slowly looking back at Riri "I, I just noticed that my niece has grown up" Gary continued as he nodded standing towards the underground garage and not forgetting to rub Riri's head which failed to make Riri suppressed a happy smile, then she quickly finally followed his uncle to the underground garage...

Yerick grinned happily. "Why are you grinning like that?" "You said I'm a grown man. I'm so happy! It means I'm not a kid anymore," Yerick said. "Yes, you're not a child anymore. You're a little genius," Rosalie said, giving him a thumbs-up. "Now that I know you're okay, I'm relieved. I'll leave now so I don't disturb you. We should have a meal together next time. We still haven't had that meal we talked about," he said.

Her 18-year-old brother was now a head taller than her. "Don't worry, Maia. I'm no longer a kid. I'll never reveal the formula of Pinot Nuage to anyone, and I'll manage the place well. I won't disappoint you or Mom." Errol held up his hand to swear.

“I can buy my own damn drinks.” I laughed, relieved that she had somehow broken the nervous tension between us. “That was one time,” I protested. “And if you remember, I was underage too. I just had the benefit of being tall and having an ID that actually, you know, looked like me. Unlike some people.” Audrey grinned and nudged me with her shoulder. “Those were the good old days, weren’t they?” she asked, sounding surprisingly wistful. I raised an eyebrow at her. “And here I figured you were having your good old days now, and that’s why you haven’t been back to North Carolina in so long. What have you been up to anyway?”

"Why have you never groveled in front of Brian? Is it because I'm just easier to manipulate?" I gave a small, tired smile. "Mom, I was stupid before. I knew you used me as your shield, and I still stepped forward. I won't anymore. I won't keep listening to you. The jewelry and the engagement gift? We're settling this today."

, Eric rolls his eyes. "Oh, it was, my boy", Iri throws him a glare and places two big boxes of brownies. "You made them?" mama exclaims in disbelief as she looks at them. "Of course", Eri says. "You mean just mixed it all up after I measured everything and just pushed it in the oven", Uncle Colton shrugs. "That's what I assumed", Emmy says, taking a bite. "Come on. I'm still learning", Iri groans. "Learning for twenty years straight. You can't learn if you only want to mix", Uncle Colton says.

Iris replied with a shrug, stirring the pot of spaghetti. I smiled, remembering the story behind Iris's birth. Both of her parents had fertility issues, so she was made in a lab and didn't spend a day in a uterus. In the past, she would compare herself to the plants Aunt Liza took care of. "She and my mom could be best friends." Iris's expression turned cold, and she stared at me like I was stupid. "They hate each other." The situation turned awkward, and I quickly glanced at my phone, which had buzzed on the counter. It was a message from Coach, asking why I hadn't attended practice.

"Tell me more about yourself while I braid your hair." "Okay," Ilene accepted. "I'm a former kindergartener and I'm going to start elementary school very soon. In two weeks." She pivoted her head to stare up at Everest. "I'm a big kid now." Everest laughed warmly, amused. "Yes, you are, sugarplum." She gently turned her head back and hoped the girl kept her position.