Thirteen Going On Thirty Novels & Stories

Their third born. #THE END#

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

inside the car suddenly became silent, as no one among the two was willing to break the silence until Amelia spoke up. "Let's go, I'm in hasten!"She said. "Where to miss?"Mr Jones said . Amelia looked down at her feet in embarrassment as she didn't know the actual place she was going to but decided to give the ticket to Mr Jones. "Here . Check it out" Amelia said as she gave the ticket to Mr Jones. "Oh you're a fan ? Everyone is in a hurry not to miss it , it's starting by 2:30pm!" Mr Jones said a little bit of surprise.

Third-Person POV Ruben slammed on the gas and sped toward the home he shared with Ashlee. He lost count of how many red lights he ran along the way. His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his palms slick with cold sweat. "Ashlee…" An overwhelming sense of panic and dread twisted in his chest. He had never imagined she could be so ruthlessly resolute. He'd always been so confident. He believed that she loved him more than life itself. Even if he made a mistake, she could never bear to leave him. And that was why he'd been so completely reckless and fearless.

Would he have been able to? Day thirty of thirty. Zero to go.

A smile still lingered on her lips, her eyes shut. He held her shoulders to lay her down. Much to his surprise, Thera clung to his nape. He had to lean his hands on the bed to keep his balance. "Hey. . ." She snapped her eyes open. "I'm turning thirty next month. What should a thirty-year-old woman do to deserve lots of kisses?"

The intense pain has me biting hard on my tongue to stifle the groans threatening to spill over my lips. Damn it. It's a lot worse than the last. I roll on my back, wrapping my arms around my stomach. Hah....it hurts. It hurts too much. Lying on the bare snow, the cold drilled into my bones, numbing some part of the pain. Hah—exactly how long will I have to bear this? Will I even be able to last the thirty days like this?

“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.