Seventeen Ot13 Novels & Stories

The next few days were strange. We were tender with each other careful not to press too hard on the bruise forming between anticipation and loss. We talked about logistics. Dates. Time zones. We laughed more than necessary, like laughter could preemptively soften the ache. But underneath it all, something churned. One afternoon, I found myself staring at an old photo on my phone. Seventeen-year-old me. Seventeen-year-old her. Her arm slung around my shoulders. My smile reckless and unguarded. We looked like people who hadn’t learned yet how much loving could ask of you.

"But if you doubt me now, let me offer you something tangible." He gestures to one of the rebels beside him, a tall woman with braids in her hair like the roots of an ancient tree. She steps forward, carrying a leather-bound map, frayed at the edges and marked with faint lines in faded ink. Caelan unfolds it, and I realize it’s a detailed map of Oceana marked with paths, waterways, and routes that are clearly intended to avoid the usual military outposts.

Something that's been sleeping under my ribs since I was sixteen and first understood what the heat in Caleb's eyes meant. "My brother's best friend," I say finally. "And he thinks he can replace me with a yoga instructor named Jade." Sasha's eyebrows go up. "Callum's best friend? The tall one with the eyes?" She takes a long drag. "Honey. That's not a crush. That's a biblical plague. You're going to need more than a dress."

'She isn't,' Otto spat at me before retracting his tendrils and closing off our link. Dramatic much? I rolled my eyes on the way out of my room. The house was noisy as usual. Being the oldest of ten kids meant I would leave the house first, and fuck was I happy for that. The bedrooms were soundproof but the rest of the house wasn't. I had to dodge Tempeste as she chased after Markus with a Nerf gun. Iven and Sebastian were next trying to hide from them. Sebastian was only four so keeping him quiet wasn't often achieved.

"He arrived at the shower block, Body Space 8. He had more or less resigned himself to the women being old and decrepit and was taken aback to see teenagers. There were four of them near the showers, all between fifteen and seventeen, opposite the sinks. Two of them wore bikini bottoms and waited as the other two played under the shower like otters, chatting and laughing and splashin..." "Nah."Marcus flips the next page. "This wouldn't work for me. I don't want teenagers as my model" Jenifer chuckled at his words and shakes her head as she looks for another scene by another author. "Okay this.. Haruki Murakami, Wind-Up Bird Chronicle

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).

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

Her short, dark brown hair tumbled free, and she let out a sigh of relief as she began to unwind. One of the first things on her agenda was her medication. Nysaa knew the importance of her pills, the small yet crucial lifelines that helped her cope with the trauma of her past. She popped a few of them into her mouth, washing them down with a sip of water. The routine was a reminder of her vulnerabilities, a tether to a past she wished she could forget.

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?"

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",