Maknae Seventeen Novels & Stories

“I’m so proud of you.” Relief hit me hard. “But,” she added softly, “what does it mean?” There it was. “It means distance,” I said. “Eventually. Maybe sooner than we thought.” She nodded, absorbing it. “And?” she asked. “And I don’t want to decide like you’re not part of the equation,” I said. “Even if the answer doesn’t go the way we want.” Her breath caught. “That’s all I ever wanted,” she said quietly. We sat there, hands entwined, both aware that loving at seventeen wasn’t about promises that lasted forever.

she whimpered. Cocooned in her blanket, she wiggled her way out like a butterfly spreading its wings. Gently flapping its wings, paused, then tumbled back, curling up its way back to its cocoon. “What’s so special about turning seventeen? No one remembers anyway.”

I sigh, dammit I have been sighing a lot this morning . I will be seventeen in two days which means I get to meet my mate .. heard it's a wonderful experience but,I am not really looking forward to it tho, I have a bad feeling it won't end well , technically a mate is like your second half made for you by the moon goddess and helps complete you. like I aren't complete already!!! ??? Oh well.., I run downstairs and prepare breakfast and visit my mum to give her her medication

“What’s wrong with saying we? Have you forgotten that our parents are both teachers?…I’m going to be invited to your birthday party, whether you like it or not” If Hana could smack Mei, she would. She would smack the shit out of her, but she can’t…because well-behaved omegas don’t act violently. If she hits Mei and her mother hears about it, it would be bad for her. Really bad. “My mother might not throw a party this year”. She settles back into her seat with a sigh. “I doubt she’ll even give me the time of her day”. “Why?…”. Mei groans as she slams her head on Hana’s desk. “You’re turning seventeen! You only turn seventeen once, Hana… don’t you want it to be huge?”.

I clenched my teeth. "I'm only...seventeen," she admitted. I scowled. I examined her physique. She doesn't appear to be seventeen. She's tall and appears to be a mature woman. But... she’s only seventeen? The Princess would be seventeen as well... and will only be eighteen months old in a few months.

Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).

Said Aria as they both chuckled at their sarcastic humour. “So, what were you thinking about?” asks Aria. “Remember the night you got wasted and came over to my house?” “You have to be more specific Lay, that happens basically every weekend. Hahaha.” Aria laughed. “Okay. It happened when we were fifteen. You came over to my house drunk and made me drink some vodka. Remember that?” “Oh, I remember that. It was the day you had your first drink.” “Right, that night, do you remember anything else happening?”

Sigh. - Mom, I'm seventeen!- I have the right to go out there without explaining! -I get upset.- I'm done!- I exclaim. Azael caresses my arms trying to calm me down, and I give him a look of assent, indicating that I'm fine. -The fact that you are seventeen does not give you the right to go at full speed with a motorcycle on the road! -What? It can't be.- And without a helmet, Lailah!