The Grownup Novels & Stories

"Hey, what is it?" "You know that I grew up with my granny, right? I never had my parents at any stage of my life. My first day of school, pta meeting, school celebrations, Christmas holidays, my birthdays… My granny always says we can do anything we want after we grow up. so I made a wish to grow up soon to be with them." I wiped my tears saying, "Now that I'm grown up, I realised that there are some things we can't do even if we're grown ups." He placed the cake beside him and gave me a hug.

I thought he only ate vegetables, fruits, and salad? I want my ice cream back…Hold on…was he mocking me because I called myself a grown ass woman? But I am a grown-ass woman. I am an adult. Am I not? “What is that supposed to mean?” I frowned. “It means, that if you want me to treat you like a grown woman, you need to start by making good decision and Jake is a horrible decision which means you are still a kid who is still attracted to what they see on the outside and not what they see on the inside.” He flaunted his knowledge due to the fact that he is older.

I sip my tea silently as the other girls talk amongst themselves and laugh. I don't often partake in their social activities, but I have come to like my fellow Harvestees. They are all sweet and openly fond of each other. They aren't like the cutthroat businessmen my father was grooming me to shut down.

Not to mention how much I had actually enjoyed being punished like he had done when he had fucked me so wonderfully before going so weird. Aden really had been right about me acting like a kid, though. Dressing sexy and getting drunk in response to him ignoring me had seemed like a good idea at the time but had been epically immature in retrospect. More like something a teen would do. Not a grown woman pushing thirty. Old enough to drink, old enough to drink responsibly, as my uncle Rory used to say. “I really am, you know.” “You really are what?” Aden asked. “Grownup. I mean adult. I really am an adult.”

Finding comfort in the impracticality of the life, making his small fortune in well placed stock buying and selling. It was gone in an instant. The world he had grown up in suddenly so far from his grasps, he tumbled to the ground, a well remembered token of the Broadway community 'gone to soon.' But he didn't go anywhere. Eighteen years after his original Broadway debut, and two years after falling of the hypothetical Broadway map, Bo is working on his first album, a testimant to how his struggles have made him so wonderfully him. He's spends most of his days wandering the city of New York, finding inspiration in the people living there, the way they spend their lives so stuck in the day to

I told them the separation papers were notarized. If they were so concerned, they could call Brian. They just thought I was easier to pressure. I changed my number. When the company mentioned expanding out of state, I volunteered. These days, my only connection to that family is the monthly payment I send to the nursing home. Three years later, I was promoted to business manager. I didn't move back to that city. I bought a small apartment near my new office with a mortgage. I didn't rush into dating. I focused on my career.