Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

"Sebastian" froze on stage, a flicker of panic flashing in his eyes before he quickly straightened, his tone righteous. "Emily, what nonsense are you spouting? Who allowed you to attend the wedding?" "I did. Let's see who dares to stop her." Mr. Holt's cane struck the floor with a sharp crack, silencing any further protest. The once lively banquet hall fell into a suffocating hush. I walked up the stage, plugged the USB drive into the projector, and the screen lit up. A familiar conversation echoed through the speakers—Gavin's voice intertwined with Charlotte's.

The Silent Third Floor Ten minutes later, I found myself standing in front of a room on the third floor. This floor was rarely used and far quieter than the lively party downstairs. My breathing was uneven. Logic told me to leave—to run as far away from this house as possible. But curiosity and Davian’s threat pulled me like a tightening noose. I turned the key. The room was dark, lit only by moonlight streaming through a large window. Davian stood there, staring outside. “You came,” he said without turning.

"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.

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.

Courage seemed now to have deserted her. Alex, Lily and William were being handled as well, they were in a very difficult position indeed if things went badly for them. William was obsequious to Charles, but he didn't get any favor. The other thing was that Janine moved back to her old desk in the office, What Lisa had done on the party made Janine going easy on her-Lisa was having a really hard time at the moment.

My marriage certificate had also fallen to the floor, along with another footprint on our photograph. I tried wiping away the shoe print, but the certificate became even dirtier. It seemed to tell me that Jason's love and my marriage to him would never be as pure as it was at the beginning. I called Jason. His dial tone was a rendition of 'Wedding March', which played up to the second bar before being cut off. Stunned, I called again, and was hung up again. By the third time, the call could not even get through. My number had been blocked.

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.

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.

“From there, we’ll work through all of the other properties! Okay” “Yeah! Damn Spin, she’s something. No wonder you’ve kept her hidden for the past three years”, he says. “Funny, have a good night Jared”, Amory says as she hands the document to me. “Gather everyone, time to head back to the lake house”! “Yes, mi Amor”, (my love) I told her, then feel the weight of everyone’s stare. “Don’t even ask man, it’s complicated”, Spencer tells him as he rises from his seat and walks Jared to the door.

I almost snapped, but I endured, holding Lila’s hand as we strode. ' I heard the CEO doesn't love her.. I can't blame him, though. ' Another voice, another laughter, a sweet hell. Lila didn't seem to hear. She was enjoying a bowl of hot chocolate, her eyes darting around curiously. ' It's true. The CEO loves Miss Camille..Neria is the third party here.' Another jab, and I grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter, gulped the contents, too fast, too quickly, just to maintain my composure.