Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

My girlfriend never felt safe with me. She was always testing whether I'd leave her. We were together five years. In that time, she ran three hundred tests. A month into the relationship, she called me drunk and said a man was harassing her at a bar. When I got there, I found a man holding her down, kissing her. A year and a half in, I was about to pay for my mother's surgery and found every dollar gone from my account. After I'd scrambled and borrowed and finally covered it, my girlfriend texted me, laughing: "Congratulations. You passed." It wasn't until our wedding day, when she walked in holding another man's hand, that something in me finally died.

she said, "Ms. Carver is requesting compensation totaling $230,000. Is that something you’re willing to accept?" "No," I said.

he said icily, “better then resign.” I could feel Theo stiffened beside me. Leviticus stepped closer, his gaze now fixed directly on Theo, and voice dropping even lower. “This woman clearly doesn’t want to talk to you,” he said. “If you don’t let her go, that would be considered harassment.” Theo’s fingers immediately loosened in my wrist. I heard him click his tongue in irritation but didn’t dare speak harshly. “I–I’m sorry.” Theo apologized before walking away. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief the moment Theo disappeared around the corner. The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now.

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.

Placing a kiss on the tip of my nose, Taylor gently tips me off his lap onto my feet. As we start clearing up, my favourite song by Hoobastank comes on, and I find myself singing along softly. Abruptly Taylor turns the music up, a grin spreading on his face, and I find myself dancing along as I put the dishes in the dishwasher. This moment of frivolity in what has been a rather intensely emotional weekend brings me back to myself and the fact that I am only twenty-one years old and really need to stop overthinking everything. Time flies and it is not long before we are packed up and heading back up the motorway towards London.

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”

Today was supposed to be our third wedding anniversary. But we had never once celebrated it. Not even enough for me to remember it. I let out a long breath and finally replied to my friend. “He doesn’t need to file for a divorce. We never got our marriage license.” “What? You’ve been married three years, and Kit never made it official?” Her shock nearly blew out my eardrum through the speaker. Yes. The wedding was three years ago, and he had called off registering our marriage seventeen times.

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

"Consider her already Done." "Dude she's not your type," Jer argued. "She's shy, reserved, doesn't even look at people let alone speak. Now I respect you man, but doing Miss Shy here ain't gonna work." "Never say never Jer, All I need is a month. Just one month and little Leigh here will be screaming my name." "No shit dude! You wanna bet?" Willis simply shrugged his shoulders, his mind already cooking up devious plans. "October's outta the picture. Good thing November starts tomorrow. You've got just thirty days though. You sure you wanna do this?"

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.