Forever Sixteen Novels & Stories

Even though I couldn't have her, it was enough that I could glance at her from a distance. Yet later, I gradually realized that Luna seemed like a fine choice, too. She was attentive and dynamic. She never threw a tantrum and even did everything by herself in the decoration of our new house. At night, she lay on my shoulder and thought of our future lives. She told me that judging by how this year was the ninth year she had loved me, it proved that our relationship could last forever.

He tells me to take all the time I need, which from him means call me back before anyone else does, and we hang up, and I sit at my kitchen counter with my coffee going cold and four days gone out of thirty and absolutely no closer to an answer than I was a week ago. Four men in six days. Damian with his memo. Kai with ten years of silence breaking open in one sentence I still haven't fully recovered from. Theo, who quoted my grandfather back to me like a ghost and then told me to go looking for something in the will that Mr. Okafor never mentioned. And now Marcus, offering himself up like a foregone conclusion, like the only reasonable ending to a story he's been quietly writing since I was

Connecting. Forever.

During one of the games, Zoe changed seats and sat beside me, quietly squeezing my hand under the table. I gave her a small reassuring smile. Back then, among all of us, Felix and I had been the first couple to get together. Everyone thought we would also be the first to get married. However, six years had passed, and somehow we were still only boyfriend and girlfriend. … By the time the party ended, most of our friends had already left. Only Felix, Zoe, Lucas, and I stayed behind. Zoe pulled me into a hug and whispered softly into my ear. "Sara, no matter what happens, don't wrong yourself for someone else."

It’s funny, really. The way people can look at you — at me — and see nothing but weakness, a flaw that can never be corrected. I used to think that turning sixteen meant I would finally feel like I belonged in this pack. That the years of training and waiting would culminate in something that made me feel like I was part of something, not just a forgotten shadow lingering on the edge of a family I no longer fit into. But here I was. Sixteen. And still no shift.

Broken no more. Burning forever. Together. Always.

Differently. But forever.

This was our beginning. Our forever.

"Well, it means I'll always be with you. Forever." His eyes settled on mine softly, calm, and almost ethereal, like they were holding a promise. "And I..." I leaned into his chest, feeling his warmth, feeling home. "I was, I am and I will always be... Forever yours." The End

Foster asked. “It felt like some sort of a lucid dream—” “So then he was in the habit of drugging and raping you?” I asked. “Yes, but not the first time—” she replied. “When was that?” Foster asked "When I was sixteen." "How did it happen?" Foster asked.