Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

On my first night after moving into Building 4 of Hawthorne Lane Apartments, the elevator stopped at the nonexistent thirteenth floor. My younger brother, who had been missing for three months, was kneeling outside the doors. An old apartment-number plaque hung around his neck. It read 1204. I was just about to call out to him when the red light above the elevator doors came on. A building manager in a blue uniform suddenly appeared behind me and pushed a report form into my hand. His lips lifted into a frozen smile. “No talking under the red light. If you want to live, write down a neighbor’s apartment number.” Only later did I learn the truth. The most terrifying thing about this building

Jasper Eaton decides to ditch me at the altar just so he can meet up with Wendy Klein, his ex-girlfriend who abandoned him when he almost got crippled five years ago. All the guests are stunned, to say the least. I can only tug at Jasper's hem of his shirt while trying very hard to keep my expression intact. "Can you please stay with me now?" Mixed feelings cross his eyes, but he soon wrenches my hand off him, finger by finger. At the same time, he shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but I must go now. I need to ask Wendy why she was so heartless to me back then." Amid the crowd's shocked gasps and murmurs, Jasper leaves without even looking back. My dad, who has a bad heart, trembles violent

"You promised three chances. How can you go back on that?" His hands shook as he tried to set the cake down. "I still have one more. You can't divorce me. You can't." Then his foot hit a box. Familiar. "What's this?" He bent down, picked it up. His eyes locked on the tear-stained note inside. His pupils started to shake. "There. That's your third chance," I said, lips curling into a cold, mocking smile. Luca finally spoke, voice soft but sharp as a slap.

Nothing comes out. Thirty seconds. He counted? Of course he counted. He had always been observant like that…..noticed everything, filed it away, weaponized it later. It was what made him brilliant at business and perfect as a boyfriend. He knew I saw him and that it’s affecting me, so now he’s here to gloat. "Thirty seconds is barely a glance," I say. "I was shocked. Anyone would be shocked walking in on—" I waved a hand, refusing to describe what I'd walked in on, refusing to give those images any more oxygen than they already had. "That."

How long does it take to give up on a man you've loved for ten years? It takes me 3 seconds. The first second, I signed my name on the contract to become the chief designer of a renowned studio in Paris. The second second, I lock away ten years of my youth in my heart. The third second, I completely prepare to leave Levi's world. My fiancé Levi is the heir of the Smith Group, the absolute aristocracy. For others, he is untouchable.

"Leticia went to great lengths to choose this restaurant for us, and you are simply not worth it!" He blushed and dropped a plate in front of me, causing shards to scatter all over the floor. A decade-plus of shared life, yet he still doubted who I was at the core. I took out the divorce agreement from my pocket. "Since that's the case, the 30-day cooling-off period has passed. Let's sign it." I placed my resignation letter below. He sneered and quickly picked up a pen to swiftly sign his name. "As you wished!" After saying that, he hugged Leticia and left.

I got my Zweizerland visa fast. The day before I flew out, Margot called. Total desperation in her voice. "Wynne—no, Ms. Warrington, please... help us. We've lost everything. We're homeless, starving... For Jason's sake, show us some mercy..." I just listened. Said nothing. "Ms. Warrington? Are you there? I'll do anything—be your servant! I'm begging on my knees!" Thud. Definitely her knees hitting the floor.

Blake scanned my face and I could tell he wanted to say something else. “What is it?” I asked him, panicking. “Nothing it's nothing. Let’s eat". “Is she here?” I whispered as we walked up to the pit. “Oh god no" Blake laughed “they hate each other". “Not that much to have three kids" I muttered as Stacey waved to me.

Three Months Long is a story set in Abuja, in predominantly two districts, Wuye and Jabi. Peter and Olivia are in love and want to have a future together. However, Olivia is older than Peter by a few years and already a graduate while Peter is still a freshman in the university . While Peter’s family is not perturbed about the difference in age and academics , Olivia’s family won't have any of it. Peter promises Olivia a forever love but will their love stand the stern test from their parents and the Nigerian society where it's expected for a man to be several years older than his partner? As the story unravels, love, fear, uncertainty, parental pressures determination, trust and values are

The scent of disinfectant fought with the smell of rotting lilies. "The Thirteenth Hour," Dante whispered, his voice a jagged rasp. He looked at the digital clock on the wall—13:00—the numbers bleeding into the air like fresh ink. "It’s not a reset, Ivy. It’s a collapse. The layers are bleeding into each other."