Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

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.

The romantic wedding venue fell into stunned silence. The hands of friends and family that had been raised in anticipation of applause froze awkwardly in midair. Claire Sullivan looked up at me, shock written all over her face. "Nathan Brooks?" Instead of blaming me, she grabbed my hand at once, worry filling her eyes. "What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I looked at her quietly. She was exactly the same as I remembered. For thirty years, she had always been like this with me.

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.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Someone else tutted and said, "Lexy sure is a brazen one." Noah snuffed out his cigarette forcefully. "Brilliant, just brilliant! I'm definitely going to the courthouse tomorrow for the divorce!" … I turned off the video and started organizing all the documents needed for the divorce. The next day, I arrived at the courthouse bright and early. Surprisingly, I sighed in relief when I saw Noah coming out of a cab at the courthouse. "Lexy, I'm giving you one last chance…" I stood there and looked at him with a fake smile. "One last chance, by giving my third place and medal to Quincy, apologizing to her, and buying her another limited edition sports car?"

Caspien danced, letting the music take him wherever. He couldn't see Arkin anymore. Just a while ago, he was surrounded by several women, including a famous actress. Caspien didn't notice he was drifting away. He just kept drinking, grabbing whatever was on the trays that passed by him. He didn't even know what he was drinking. All he knew was that there was a sweet, burning sensation in his throat.

Nikki POV Spending time with my friends is nice. They do help the ache in my heart lesson for a short period of time. I mean who wouldn’t laugh at the sight of the future leadership of our pack doing the Thriller dance along with the actors on screen in the movie “13 going on 30”. The better part of that was watching Jonas eyeballing Tatum when he recites “Is he an Arthur or a Martha?” with the character Mr. Kneeland.

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

However, after the little conversation we had, I was certain he was going to break off the engagement. I got in my car and drove back home, just wanting to enjoy the serenity of my home and think about everything I had placed in the back of my mind. *** “Thirty and flirty and thriving. Thirty and flirty and thriving.” The sound echoed through the living room as Joelle, Tia, and I had been huddled on the couch, watching Thirteen Going on Thirty. “I’m convinced thirties is the best era for women,” Joelle muttered, shoving a handful of popcorn in her mouth.