Seventeen Couple Novels & Stories

Sandy shrugs while refilling the refreshments before going back to her seat beside Sean. Sean laughs like he remembers something hilarious. “Don’t look now, but they are the famous celebrity couple at the moment.” He cackles. “Do you want to take a selfie with Felisha and Gabrielle? Ow!” He finally shut up after I threw a cookie in his direction. “Are you guys really a couple?” Romeo muses. Xander and I look at each other before I scoff. “Do we look like we are in love?” I ask in a deadpan tone. “The people just assume that we are a couple. Hell, we are hardly even friends.”

Immediately I got in, I walked to the living room and dropped my bag on the couch angrily. "Why would Celine decide to go out with my boyfriend." I thought angrily. "He isn't your boyfriend. He is your fake boyfriend." My brain reminded and I was forced to calm down. At least if he wants a relationship with her it should be after ours. People will mock us seeing us like this. They will quickly guess our love isn't true and it isn't suppose to be. Not until after the 15 days of our courtship.

he took a sip of his coffee. Adriana didn't respond immediately but continued to eat. The silence lingered for a few seconds before she broke it. " What about seventeen of them? Will that be enough to make up your mind? " Skyler's eyes snapped up to the blonde with a questioning look. What was the blonde going on about? " Are you talking about us going on a date seventeen of them? " Skyler stuttered in disbelief. Adriana beamed at him as if he had just made the smartest point. " That is what I am saying. "

Xavier leans back in his chair, arms folded, eyes steady on me. Then he speaks. “I think it’s time you saw this.” Xavier scrolls through his phone, his thumb pausing just long enough for me to feel the shift in the room. He turns the screen toward me without saying a word. Two people stare back at me from the photo. Young. Grinning. Arms around each other in matching school uniforms. “That’s Brianna and Edward,” he says quietly, “final year of high school. They have been together since they were seventeen.”

"It's fine, I don't need an appointment after all. Thank you." I fled back to that cold apartment and collapsed on the sofa. A moment later, my phone started vibrating violently. Pack Net had exploded again. A high-resolution photo was trending everywhere. The headline read: "Spotted: The Dream Couple at a Michelin Star Steakhouse! Are Alpha Caspen and Miss Sterling Getting Back Together?" In the photo, Caspen and Victoria were sitting face-to-face at a prime window seat. Caspen was passing a perfectly cut piece of steak to Victoria's plate. An act he had never done for me.

He glanced at it and laughed. "We're trending again. Look." He showed me his screen, and sure enough, there were already photos of us from today: leaving Tiffany's, at the restaurant, in the boutique, and now kissing at sunset on Top of the Rock. The hashtag #AthleticCoupleNYC was trending, with people calling us the hottest couple in New York City. "The internet has decided we're relationship goals," Jace said with a grin. "If only they knew the truth," I muttered, but the words came out before I could stop them.

Adrian, younger but unmistakably him, standing with his arm around none other than Isabelle. Laurent. Her smile was softer, her eyes younger, but I would recognize that face anywhere. They weren’t just posing like colleagues or old friends. They looked like a couple. She was leaning into him, both their hands intertwined at their sides. My pulse thudded in my ears. I reached out and gently picked up the frame. The back had a date scrawled in black ink. Seven years ago. They had been a thing. Not just business associates. Not rivals. Not strangers with a few common enemies.

Shares. I open the most recent video that was posted from my official account. The one Sebastian and I built together for our couples content, brand deals, and those nauseatingly perfect PR packages. In the video, Marcellus is shirtless in this exact suite, holding the camera with one hand while I lie passed out behind him, my hair a wild mess, my lipstick smudged, that ridiculous diamond flashing on my finger as it drapes over the pillow. "Hey everyone," he says in the clip, his eyes sparkling again. "I'd like everyone to meet my wife.. Say hello to the new Mrs Gregory."

The words wouldn't come out and so she just stares at him. The last time she saw him, they were crying at the airport, barely holding their feelings for each other. They were torn and after almost four long months of waiting, he shows up, herself unprepared while the rain pours around them. He still claimed to be her husband so she was still his wife.

It's a silent rule cause I don't want them to feel awkward having fans. 'What are you saying? I would love to help, especially if it's a fan of mine. It's like giving back to you for all the support and inspiration you gave me.' what's with this heartfelt statement? I keep my heart beating faster and make myself comfortable at his back. He smelled so good. He opened the door to his apartment. "I'm back." All the conversation started in Hangul but I understand it anyway. "Oh honey, welcome back. Who's that?" I finally see his mystery wife. He never discloses her to the public. She was so pretty in her straight black hair. She probably also just came back from the kitchen with the apron she wa