Thirty But Seventeen Novels & Stories

Joseph went back to his room to play, and I unfolded the bond-breaking agreement. Five years of being bound to David Hayes, the Alpha of the Blazetooth Pack. Five years of living apart like strangers. Tonight, I was finally ready to let go. Just then, the door creaked open. Joseph padded in, clutching a small soccer ball. “Mom, are we really leaving the pack?” He wrapped his little arms around me, his voice muffled against my chest.

Then Helen and Richard left, saying that they would come to see me tomorrow. Jeffrey stood outside the door, hesitant to leave. "Audrey, we can never be together again, right?" Hearing this, Kash wanted to go up and hit him, but I stopped Kash. "Yes. "I’ve been unhappy for the past seven years. Jeffrey, how many seven years are there in one’s life?"

"Come down. I don't want to be surrounded by your relatives and interrogated." When I went down, she handed me a bank card. "The PIN is your birthday. Stop making a scene. I'll explain things with Caleb." Before I could say anything, my phone automatically pushed Caleb's latest post onto the screen. He had posted a photo of himself sitting in the ER infusion room. A needle was taped to the back of his hand, and he looked fragile and pitiful. The caption read: "Why do some people blame everything on me the moment they get angry?"

"How does it have nothing to do with me? Same layout, same building, so why did you pay $30,000 less than I did?" Annoyance simmered under my skin. I remembered what the doctor told me when I was discharged—when conflict comes up, take a deep breath first, then reason it out. I took a slow breath. "For you, the market was at its peak when you bought your unit. When I bought mine, prices had dropped. That’s not on me. If we follow your logic, then if prices go up another $50,000 next year, are you going to pay me the difference?"

Ayden couldn't stand her causing a scene in the company anymore. One time, during an argument at the company, she fell and lost the baby. Leticia cried day and night. Ayden gave her some money. Was this what he called handling Leticia well? After a long time, I found spending time with Gary very enjoyable. He proposed to me, and his parents didn't mind that I had been divorced. The middle-aged man across from the phone spoke with a rising tone. During this period, my phone would always receive calls from Burville, but when I answered, there would be no response.

"How old are you, Ivy?" I pursed my lips, saying a small reply. "Seventeen." "Wow....Kane." Her eyes go wide. "She is still a baby." "I am not a baby." I immediately protested. "I am seventeen!!" "You are a baby." Calm down, Ivy. Don't argue; she is a werewolf. You know you are not a baby. "Tell me where you are going. This big sister will take care of you." I don't want to talk to you. I bury my head in my arms. Squashing the little tiger into crying out.

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.

Until the right girl finally shows up wearing pink Vans and a heart big enough to hold the world. I’m home. And the dream that waited thirty-four years just smiled and went back to sleep. Its work is done. Seventeen Thursday, July 19, 2028 – 12:01 a.m. I turn seventeen exactly when the clock flips to midnight. No big party. No rented venue. Just the ridge, the pack, and the people who would burn the world down before they let it burn me. The bonfire is normal orange tonight (Seras promised to behave).

Thirty. By the time I got to thirty I realized something. The video didn't actually show anything wrong. Bella was working. She was laughing during a photoshoot. That's normal. That's her job. Ethan was the photographer so of course he was close to her. Of course they were talking and joking. That's how professional photoshoots work.

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M