Maknae Seventeen Novels & Stories

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

Mira at Seventeen She turned seventeen in the summer of the fifteenth year and the birthday had the specific quality of seventeen in a life that had been built with intention from the beginning — not the drama of fifteen or the completeness of thirteen or the gravity of ten. The quality of seventeen was a kind of confident forward motion, the birthday of a person who understands what they are doing and is doing it.

The house had never been quieter and yet never fuller. Elena had just turned seventeen, Leo was twelve, and Mae had recently celebrated her eleventh birthday with another explosion of color and creativity. Time had accelerated in ways Anya both cherished and mourned. Mornings that once rang with the thunder of small feet now carried the deeper tones of teenage music from Elena’s room, Leo’s science podcasts playing at full volume, and Mae’s endless humming as she sketched at the kitchen table.

Adriana smirked when her father's countenance fell before she could finish her words___ " but I made a deal with him. " Her dad's face lifted with renewed hope. " What deal? " " To give me seventeen dates to convince him to say yes, " Adriana smiled to herself as she recalled how she managed to get that deal. " Why seventeen? " her dad frowned thinking it was a long process, anything can happen. " I intend to get to know him before thinking about marrying him, " Adriana said seriously. " Oh, and if he doesn't agree at the end of this? " it was pure curiosity on her father's face.

Adrian happily pulled Seventeen to the sofa and let him sit down. After Seventeen sat down, Adrian started to ask his 100,0000 questions, and Seventeen cooperated with Adrian and answered his questions. Then there was a question and answer. Adrian: “Uncle Seventeen, why are you called Seventeen? Is it because you are ranked seventeen?” Seventeen replied, “Yes.” Adrian asked again, “Uncle Seventeen, are you good at fighting?” “Yes.” Adrian asked, “Does Uncle Seventeen like Adrian?”

He asked softly. I leaned into Mae more, feeling more uncomfortable. She was looking at Max though oddly, so I didnt really have a buffer. I thought it heard her mumble something but I couldn't exactly make it out. I was to busy being all to aware of how close Logan was getting to me. "I'm seventeen." I whispered softly. Tugging on Mae, to try and get her attention again.

Seventeen was supposed to be sweet. The cultural narrative sold to me was one of brightness and gold—a last rush of youth where you were supposed to be carefree, floating through plans with friends and late-night, cinematic memories. But my seventeen didn’t shine. It didn’t glow. Mine felt heavy. Mine felt older than I was, carrying a weight that belonged to a different decade. And the bulk of that weight came from the quiet, agonizing shift happening between me and Raymond.

I decided to wait till she turns seventeen since she still has no idea about us being mates. It's been a week since I turned seventeen. I've been watching my supposed-to-be mate, and every time I see her I can't help feeling disgusted. She looks like a beggar among socialites. And just like that, I waited for her birthday to come. ' She's finally turning seventeen tomorrow. I can't wait to reject that ugly woman!' Strangely my wolf didn't argue with my decision anymore. Well, whatever! That must mean she's disgusting, even my wolf can't stand her.