I Was Only Nineteen Novels & Stories

I could go out with friends, but only with permission. I had secured permission to stay at my friends' shared apartment for the night. At nineteen, it felt odd to need permission, but I still resided at home while pursuing my university education with my parents' financial assistance. This was a significant step for me, a mix of excitement and apprehension.

He said and then kissed my forehead. What the hell! I am not a child anymore! I am nineteen for goodness sake!, how will he say I am too young? I am an adult asking for something I want!, he has my consent and I want him to mark me! If he knew he couldn’t do it because of my age then why did he keep talking about it, he ended up giving me the wrong idea! “I am nineteen!.” I couldn’t take it I had to say it! I am old enough “I know that! I doubt you’re ready!.” He replied.

I replied as I turned to his side and began walking closer to him. "Don't come any closer," he said halting my movement. I paused for a moment but then defied his words and moved closer to him, "I am not a child," I repeated. "I am nineteen. You're probably twice my age or almost and that's fine. I mean, age is just a number." He shook his head and smiled, "you're sweet." "So is that a yes?" I asked excitedly

Since I can't be with my Dad, I might as well be with my “Father-figure” Right? Or was that wrong too? How do I handle this much agony alone? I'm just…19.

So… it wasn’t really a lie. “Yes, Granny,” I laughed lightly, wrapping my arms around hers. “I know you care so much, but you don’t have to worry about me. I’m handling everything just fine. I will give birth to my babies safely, with or without anyone by my side. I’m nineteen, Granny, so I’m not really a kid anymore.” I turned nineteen a month after I moved here. That day, I made sure to celebrate because there was something to be grateful for. I was grateful for my strength and my unwavering determination to keep my babies.

Sophia Today was my nineteenth birthday. Instead of celebrating, I locked myself away in my room, drinking straight from a bottle of wine at barely ten in the morning. Now that I was nineteen and the mate bond snapped into place, I missed Rider even more than before. Which I honestly didn’t think was possible. I wasn’t one to cry often, but I had been bawling my eyes out ever since the strike of midnight when I officially turned nineteen. All my emotions were heightened thanks to the mate bond, and it was as if I had no control over the tears spilling from my eyes.

he said sympathetically. We continued walking in garden but I started shivering from the cold and it seemed Matteo noticed. “We should go in now, it's almost winter and it's cold now” he said as we started walking back inside. Wait.... I just remembered my birthday was in two weeks. Waow how could I forget that. I was finally going to be twenty, I was so over being nineteen it only brought sadness in my life. The only good thing it brought was my baby. When we passed the kitchen, I suddenly halted my steps.

The one who got on a plane to Paris with €50,000 and a place at the Sorbonne and the terrifying specific freedom of no one telling her what to do next. The one sitting on this balcony right now, almost twenty, with coffee and a blanket and a man sleeping inside who drew her a bath because she had a hard day and means it when he says her name. Nineteen has been a lot of things. Most of them I wouldn't trade, not even the bad ones, because they are the geography of how I got here. My phone shows a message from Jess sent at midnight Paris time: Happy almost birthday. Tomorrow is going to be everything. I love you.

“My turn?” “Tell me something about yourself that no one knows, I have technically told you my whole life story.” He looked genuinely shocked,“That’s your whole life story?” I laughed. “I know you can’t tell by how I carry myself,” I said dramatically, “but I haven’t lived that much really.” His eyes narrowed slightly in curiosity. “How old are you?” “Tomorrow is actually my birthday.” “Oh?” “Yep, I turn nineteen” I placed a hand over my stomach, “And the doctors say I’m going to be a mommy soon.”I grinned at him. “I am absolutely nailing this life thing, don’t you think?”

It was like I forgot a major thing back in Manchester a part of my soul that meant a lot to me. From then on every day, every minute felt slow, lonely, and bored mostly. But finally, the semester has ended. I called dad to book a flight ticket for my return and insisted on not telling Martin. It soon was going to be Martin's birthday and I wanted to be with him to spend it. He's turning 19 this year, yeah he's younger than me but just by months.