Hello My Twenties 2 Novels & Stories

Isabella’s POV “Mommy, are we going somewhere?” Mira’s tiny voice broke the silence in the room and snapped my attention away from my phone. She was seven years old, yet her voice still sounded small and silvery, like that of a four-year-old. I never understood why. Sometimes it worried me. Other times, like now, it just made my chest ache.

Things were different now. "Hello, Alpha Will."

“Besides, she is not like that anymore. She is already got married and she is too devoted to the agency. She will not be going to take me away from the two of you again.” They averted their eyes but even though the only light we have around is neon light, I can still see that they are blushing. These two are so easy to read. “Let’s just stop this drama and enjoy the night, okay?” I lifted the bottle that I am holding. “Cheers to the success of Raiden.” “Cheers!”

Celeste “What is so special about my twentieth birthday?” I’ve tried to work it out before. There are some birthdays that are important. Your sweet sixteen, becoming an adult at eighteen, being able to drink at twenty-one. But twenty? What was so significant? I felt like I was going crazy from my inability to understand. My confusion only ran deeper as I continued to stare at Jack, watching his entire face run white as his lips pressed into a thin line. It was as if a monster had suddenly appeared behind me, or as though I’d turned into one myself.

The ground where Zephyr had vanished was no longer empty. A faint circle of silver ash had formed — delicate, almost invisible unless you knew where to look. Her breath caught. The ash pulsed once. Soft. Faint. Alive. “Elena.” She froze. The voice was not Damien’s.It was not Zephyr’s.It was not human.It came from everywhere and nowhere at once — layered like wind through hollow bone.The twins stirred violently in her arms. Their marks flared. Not in fear. In recognition. The silver ash circle ignited.

He said, “Since when?” I sighed dramatically, “Today. It's a new year for me and I don't want to forget the day i turned twenty with an obscene amount of booze.” Peter pointed at me and laughed hard. It must have hurt him, because he was holding onto his stomach and letting out coughs. “I’m sorry.” He kept saying in between laughs. I ignored him and looked towards the door. What was taking her so long to come? I looked at my watch and was surprised that it was only fifteen past seven but I was already bored and grumpy.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO🔞 ~DAPHNE~ I suddenly began to feel hot as my heart threatened to pull out of my ribcage. Horny bunny 225 is my highest gifter and since whoever is behind that account appreciates me so much, then there is a possibility they went the extra mile to know more about me. The thought of that scared the shit out of me. “Why are you so sure of my age, horny bunny,” I held my breath as I waited for him to type his answer.

Tanya said, her voice brimming with joy. "How could I not? Many, many happy returns of the day. Happy 25th birthday!" I said, trying not to fall from the double weight of Twen and Tanya. "Happy birthday Aunty Tanya!" Twen said in a muffled voice. Tanya left me to smile broadly at Twen, pinching both his cheeks gently and said in a sweet tone, "Thank you, bunny!" "Aunty Tanya, don't pinch my cheeks. I am a boy!" he said, pouting cutely.

My knees buckled, and I had to hold onto the desk to keep from falling to the floor. "So, I'm just going to write your name down here," she continued smoothly, entirely ignoring my terror. She picked up a dark pen and scribbled on a piece of paper. "And you are twenty years old, am I right?" "Yes, ma'am," I whispered, my whole body shaking violently. "But... but that's not right! I'm not supposed to be dead! I'm just... I'm just twenty! I just had my birthday celebration! I'm not supposed to be dead!"

“Fine, you do you, girlfriend. But just so you know, I’ve warned you,” "Oh Hallee, you have such little faith in me. This is Taya 2.0 we're talking about," I whipped my hair in the air for an added dramatic effect. I mean, what could possibly go wrong? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *