Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

Thirty years of trusting. Finally. Answered.

"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.

There was a faint impatience in her tone, as if my repeated urgency had annoyed her. "I've asked my assistant to handle it. Stop imagining everything in the worst possible way." But when her assistant called, her tone was full of difficulty. "Mr. Tully, Ms. Tomlinson said... the company accounts really are tight. We can only transfer a portion to you first for emergencies." I did not even get the bank notification for that "portion" before Caleb posted another update. This time, he showed off a Cartier LOVE bracelet. The caption read: "Someone said that when you're scared, you should hold on to something bright."

“The will's been public for two hours.” “I move efficiently,” I say. “There's a difference.” “Is there?” I sit. I don't order anything, which I can see unsettles her slightly — good, I want her paying attention to the details, because the details are where I'm most convincing. “I'll be direct, since I imagine you've had enough people today dancing around what they actually want. My company has spent ten years trying to break into freight lanes your grandfather locked down before either of us could vote. You have thirty days to marry someone or lose everything you were just handed. I'm proposing we solve both problems at once.”

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.

We were both getting drinks from the bar, we smiled, had some exchanges of pleasantries…in short - we just hit it off. Our friends said we were really meant to meet. We are each other's savior. I saved her from getting back to that guy and she saved me from my solitude. Everything in the last 3 years was wonderful. Then, there's the pandemic that made us even closer. When I hit 30 early this year, I proposed to her and she agreed to marry me," he said. Cela is in awe. She's still playing in her head everything that Nate said even after he's done narrating.

Dan has been on a business trip to Canada with Michael for weeks now. The house was empty, leaving only Celia at home. The loneliness was killing her; she wanted company. She was bored and missed her son and nephew. The urge to do something to kill the boredom began, so she went on a shopping spree and then on lunch dates with some of her friends. In one of the conversations she had with her friends at their previous lunch, One of her friends, Martha, kept bragging.

"She's the one who asked." The study went dead quiet, just the fire snapping in the hearth and Lorenzo's heartbeat thundering in his ears. His lips parted, but nothing came. He never thought Chiara would actually let go. For five years, he'd staged thirty-three accidents, praying she'd take the hint and end the "cursed" engagement. That way, he could honor the Mortoros and still chase his own heart. So why now... did it feel like something had been ripped straight out of him?

Everything he said had been meant for my ears. I let out a long breath, then pushed my wheelchair into the apartment. Wilson immediately stood up and hurried over. "Liam, let me help you.” His movements were careful and attentive. Ruby hated seeing it. She glared at me with undisguised resentment. "We don’t have servants anymore in this modern era! You have perfectly good arms. Can't you push your own wheelchair?" She crossed her arms and sneered. "Honestly, I should've run over your hands too. Then you wouldn't be sitting here, pretending, just to make Wilson feel bad."

Liam let out a soft laugh and playfully tousled my hair. "Selena, it's been ten years. You've grown distant from me!" I pretended to be annoyed and pushed his hand away. "Ugh, you've ruined my hair again!" It was as if we had been transported back to the days when the three of us were thick as thieves. Once my fever recovered, Liam stuck by my side, helping me pick up all the essentials I needed to get by.