Hello My Twenties 2 Novels & Stories

Not that I would let her near any of those men. “Twenty.” I voice out the truth. I tend to speak a lot of that whenever she is around. Her eyes squeeze half shut. She is waiting for the joke to change. And when I say nothing, her eyes grow wide, her mouth too. “Yo…you are twenty?” she whispers, like it is a secret that if heard, could end the world. I don’t reply, I just watch her being cute as realization downs on her. “I could have sworn you were above hundred with the way you are bossy, the way you speak, the way you…Wait.”

So it's Wednesday and I'm sitting on my bed contemplating on whether I should follow Woods orders or what? But today is my birthday, my twenty-second birthday and I'm feeling bolder and happier. Like I just turned twenty-two-years-fucking-old! I don't know why that's my favourite age but it is!

Lysander The music penetrates me more than it envelops me. A throbbing beat, a deep bass resonating in my ribcage like a second heart. The spotlights trace lines of fire through the artificial smoke, carving out eager silhouettes in the twilight of the Velvet Temple. My body moves, a well-oiled machine, each muscle contracted then released at the right moment, each pelvic rotation calculated to provoke a sigh, a stifled cry. I smile. It's a stage smile, an armor of seduction.

she said with a frown. Valerie stepped closer and looped her arm around Anita’s. “Well, you can join us now. We've missed you, you know.” Tina nodded, pouting dramatically. “Yeah... It's like you're under a house arrest in the Sanders mansion.” “Oh, I am under a house arrest,” Anita replied, rolling her eyes. “But not to worry. I’ll make it through this torture and I’ll become the queen of the Sanders mansion and guess what girls?” She leaned in slightly, lips curling into a sly, knowing smirk.

Feels like I just walked through these doors yesterday, scared as fuck. But nah…somehow a whole damn decade got snatched from me. I’ve been rotting in this hellhole the entire time I was supposed to be living my twenties. Who the fuck would’ve thought that I, Emily Jayden would waste her whole twenties locked in a cage? I was just nineteen, still green, when they dragged me in here. Now I’m twenty-nine, body harder, soul colder. Ten straight years for some shit I never even did. They love to preach that truth always wins.

I could see it clearly, the burning curiosity, the temptation, the little devil on her shoulder screaming, do it. She smiled, shaky but mischievous. “How old are you guys?” I tilted my head, curiosity piqued. “31 and 29 respectively.” “Oh, I'm twenty.” Twenty. Barely past the edge of girlhood. My spine started to lean back because if she was too young for this, I needed to end it now but then she kept talking, and her words froze me in place.

Twenty. At twenty I could breathe a little better. Nathan was looking up at me with his big eyes. He didn't care about videos or Ethan or my jealousy. He just wanted his dad to take care of him. So that's what I did. Twenty one. Twenty two. Twenty three. I warmed a bottle and fed him while I kept counting in my head. Twenty four. Twenty five. Twenty six. Nathan drank his milk and made little happy sounds. Twenty seven. Twenty eight. Twenty nine. Thirty.

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I ran my clammy hands down my bare, numb thighs. “I’mtwenty, by the way, not nineteen.” He looked amused by the admission, like I was a child announcing I was now eight while proudly displaying a hand and three fingers. “Are you?” I swallowed. “My birthday was a few days ago.” “I’mthirty-two, kotyonok.” Oh. I assumed he was still in his twenties and realized I probably hadn’t eased his conscience in the slightest. What was twelve years anyway? A lot, apparently, taking into account my inexperience and his dirty, practiced words when he’d asked me if I was going to come on him.

I had even forgotten that I told him to put a notice out and be on the lookout for one. “I’ll get to you now.” I said and hung up. I made my way outside to where he stood with a girl who could have passed for a teenager. Is Mario fucking with me right now? “Is she even up to eighteen? She’s too small.” I said as I stopped before them. “She’s twenty two. I checked and confirmed her birth date, and it has been in the systems that she was given birth to twenry two years ago.” I turned to look at the girl, and she hasn’t even looked up since.