Thirty But Seventeen Novels & Stories

*** 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."

Those three days came and went, and I couldn't even find the strength to call that lie out. My fingertip slid over his name on my contacts list, and the six years of our past together flashed through my mind like a quick little movie. The night he confessed in the rain, drenched to the bone. Our scrappy startup days in a crammed rental, sharing one bowl of instant mac and cheese. The way he lifted me and spun me when he landed his first contract. Frame after frame flashed by until it froze on Ruby in my pajamas, her arm linked with Kyle's.

“The guest room on the third floor. End of the hallway on the left. I’ll be waiting for you there in ten minutes. If you don’t come, I’ll make sure Vivian knows what happened in the car this afternoon. I have a very interesting voice recording, Dewangga.” My blood rushed violently. A voice recording? When did he do that? Davian walked away without another glance, blending into the crowd of guests as if nothing had happened. I stood frozen, my fingers touching the cold key in my pocket. My head throbbed painfully. This was blackmail—a trap that could make me lose everything. The Silent Third Floor

"Who in the world are you, and what is this car accident about?" I asked, pulling on the handbrake with all my might. Still shaken, I stared at the crash site not far away, my back drenched in cold sweat. Someone with a voice identical to mine spoke through the phone. "Do not doubt me. I am you from three years in the future. That's why I know about all these." However, this felt absurd to me. I was convinced it was a tech-savvy voice-phishing scammer who was manipulating my voice.

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.

Meme shrugs, “when he proposed I think! I still have the video” “He recorded his proposal?” I ask and she nods her head at me while scanning through her phone. She hands it to me with a video opened but paused. An eighteen-year-old Amory stands in the now familiar living room of Spencer’s house downstairs. It’s covered in shiny pink balloons, and I remember her telling me he proposed on her birthday.

I kiss the blonde on the lips and slap the ass of the brunette as they usher themselves out. I stand and pour myself a whiskey. “You have thirty seconds, Yetti,” I say without turning around, “to tell me what you want before my fist comes crashing down on your face.” “We agreed you'd never call me that.”. I smiled into the glass. “We agreed on a lot of things you didn’t bother keeping when it suited you. Twenty five seconds.” He steps further into the room, trying to look at anywhere else that isn't my naked chest. I watch him approach. To strangers, he’s the ruthless tech billionaire the tabloids built.

" sixteen going on thirty" Jake chuckled and my core throbbed and I got soaked in an instant. " How old is the oldest now?" " seventeen and already dating a sweet boy. Sarah is growing up way too fast now", I pouted sadly I loved kids and always wanted more but not with douchebag.

He asks raging like a pot of boiling water. “Third floor, room 308 or 309 I can’t remember which,” I say attempting to remain calm. X books it out the door practically jumping down the flight of stairs in swift movements as Julian and I run behind him.

he asked. “Nope.” Terrence shook his head. “If you had told me earlier, we could have gotten a cake. I don’t have much time to shop around because I need to get ready for my shift.” “It’s alright. I don’t celebrate my birthday.” Terrence shrugged. “I mean, I am turning thirty two for god’s sake. I am not a baby.” “Still, there should be some celebrations.” Chance pressed. “Well… If you insist… I was thinking…” Terrence trailed off. “Is it alright if we… do it before you go for your shift?” he asked.