I Was Only Nineteen Novels & Stories

“How old are you exactly? And don’t give me that bullshit about being twenty-five, you’re not twenty-five, my ass.” I choked a bit. How had he figured me out so fast? But I decided to roll with it. “You’re right,” I confided breathily in his mouth. “I’m nineteen, but I put that I was twenty-five on my profile because I like older guys. Real men, I mean the ones who aren’t just horndogs, won’t give you the time of day unless you’re in your twenties … so I added a few years.”

Crossing his arm over my shoulder he drew me in and took me for a walk. “So where are we going?" I asked curiously. “You know your birthday is coming up soon, right?" He said as if I would ever forget my own birthday. I can never forget my birthday, especially this forthcoming one as it is going to mark a very important phase of my life. I will be turning 19 which means I will be able to identify my mate and I am sure it will be Brian because he is the one I am in love with and I can't possibly see myself being with another. I am also hoping my wolf would awaken during my 19th birthday because I hate this feeling of being weak. Most of my peers have already awakened their wolves including my

Anger. So much anger. And worse not all of it directed at Nash. Not entirely. No…a lot of it was at myself. At my own naïveté. What had I honestly expected? I was nineteen when I got involved with him. Nineteen. A trailer park orphan from a failed foster system. A clueless virgin, with no experience that naively thought love was enough to keep a man like Nashian Blackthorpe. The thought made me laugh bitterly through my tears. God. I had been such a fool, signing that contract.

I had to shift, I had to be strong and I had to defeat the vampire king along with my friends and pack members. The next morning, I opened my eyes and smiled. It's my birthday and I’m 19. Compared to last year, I am very happy to welcome another year of my existence. Unlike before, I considered it just another normal day. But today is different. I have people who will celebrate it with me and hope to have my best.

No one will care, anyway. Maybe I need new surroundings, a new perspective, new reason to live. I need time to think and find myself. I know it’s dangerous to leave home but I was already nineteen. In some Western countries, eighteen is the legal age for independence. I know, it might not going to be easy for I grew in a well off and comfortable environment. I had expected it to be very hard from this moment on.

I quickly saw my first shred of proof that Olive’s warning wasn’t for show when a middle-aged man with rapidly fading hair placed a wet and obscenely long kiss to the top of my hand before scandalously asking my age. I’d never been more reluctant in my life to tell someone I was nineteen years old, just as I’d never seen someone more excited to hear a woman say she was nineteen years old. Feigning some horrific period cramps, I fled from the old wolf with adrenaline soaking into my brain.

She pulled back some more but that made me jolt up to move my face closer to hers. I won’t let her go. “I’m just reminding you of our contract.” Fuck, I could say the worst things. Slap me, Rose. Hit me. Give me your best shot. I deserve it. “I’m nineteen,” she whispered instead, staring into my squinting eyes. “So?” I moved my mouth closer to hers and felt her warm breath on my nose. I inched closer. “It’s unhealthy to be single at nineteen.” “Stop tempting me, cub…,” I breathed.

I whisper and make a scratch on the back of the wooden frame. Nine marks stared back at me. Nine birthdays without them. Nine years of living like a prisoner. Nine years of fearing one day Fiona might just succeed in her attempts to kill me. Nine years of watching my uncle alphaing a pack that doesn’t belong to him. Nine years… I am seventeen now. Nearly an adult, but thanks to my uncle, I had no money, no education, no anything. I was trapped here, probably forever.

We barely got by from month to month. My name is Angelina, and as if a week ago, I am officially eighteen years old, but I’m still used to telling people that I’m seventeen. I was born and raised in Seattle my whole life. I only had one person in this whole world and that is my mother, Hope.

After remembering the cold deaths of Lisa and Mr Myers I finally jolted my eyes open. I quickly wiped my tears away before the one driving the silver merc noticed. I had no idea where we were, but we were nowhere near Denver. "You up for some dinner sunshine?" Sunshine? Urgh, I hate that he's treating me like a kid. As I turned nineteen three days ago, I was technically an adult, but I could not yet drink. "No thanks," I replied taking out my phone to distract myself.