Thirty But Seventeen Novels & Stories

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife. Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death. Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor. When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh. “Benjamin, how did you end up like this?” I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago. After a long silence, I asked, “A

Almost. It was no wonder the girls swooned at his feet because he threw an ordinary can into the bin. Pfft.. she scoffed. She could do three rolls of what he just did without breaking a sweat no need for Mr Hotshot to feel so special. But... she thought, she couldn't expect anything else from a Playboy with a reputation. She'd just turned around the corner when she heard him place a bet on her with his friend. "Thirty days it is." She heard him say. What? Thirty days to get her in his bed. Ridiculous! Such nerve he had! She hadn't been tagged the Heart breaker for nothing. She hadn't been forced to transfer from her school for a mere joke!

"Enough about me. what's up with Lucas?" "I had a one night stand with him at the bar, then we found out that we had the same hobby-hiking, so now we are sort of dating, but it was totally causal." "Good for you. I don't think Penny will come back tonight. We need to get up early to watch the sun come up. I heard that the sunrise was indeed a spectacle if we viewed form the top of the mount." "Lisa, I am serious. You can't still be a virgin when you are 30 years old. By then you are not only suffering from mental illness, but physically sickness as well."

On our seventh wedding anniversary, my wife, Blair, the daughter of the city's richest man, straddled my lap, her kiss deep and intoxicating as she toyed with my lower lip. The same night, we just announced our pregnancy to the world. Just then, Blair's best friend, Chloe, asked in French, her tone suggestive: "Blair, you're absolutely glowing. But tell me honestly, how does it feel to get railed by another man while carrying a baby?" Blair let out a soft laugh, a familiar sound that sent a chill down my spine. She replied, also in French: "It feels absolutely incredible, Chloe. He's like a wild wolf. Just yesterday, he had his head buried between my thighs, using his mouth to bring me

I had been in a relationship with Celine Jodie for seven years, but she married her first love, Dylan Graham, a month before our wedding. One afternoon, I was checking the guest list when a screenshot popped up in the wedding planning group. The screenshot was of another group chat called 'Our Promise at 18'. There was a photo of Celine and Dylan standing at the entrance of the local county clerk's office, holding their marriage certificate, and below were people who responded with texts. Her brother, Jordan Jodie, said: [Did you manage to keep it a secret from Gabriel? Don't let him delay the wedding over this matter.] My best friend, Isaac Tatum, replied: [Don't worry, he's still wait

Then she covered her face with her pillow. “This is going to be a disaster.” Across the hallway, Nate stared at his phone. In another apartment, Ilyas did the same. Three people. Three hearts. And three different secrets. But secrets rarely stay secret forever.

"Be good. I've already arranged for you to join the project department at Sullivan Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything. If you want children, I can give you that too. But don't cross my bottom line." Outside, I sat in my car gripping my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. Tears fell without warning, one after another. The dark screen reflected my pale face. The argument inside had long since ended. All that remained were their whispered sweet nothings. I took a deep breath. Then I accepted the study abroad offer to Ardenia. In my previous life, I gave it up for her. In this life, she wasn't worth it anymore.

"The engagement's off. We're just history now. What do you want?" Before I could finish, he was on me—arms locked around me like he could fuse us back together. Then he cracked. Quiet sobs turned full-on meltdown, tears soaking through my gown as he clung tighter. "We're not over... we're not ending this... we swore we'd be FOREVER, remember? You forgot—didn't you forget—?" I just stared, slow-blinking through the chaos. That "forever" he swore was ten years ago. Back when we were just kids, sneaking out, making promises under the sunset. Before my parents died.

Third-Person POV For the past two days, Ruben hadn't contacted Ashlee. He wanted to give her some space to calm down, but he was also afraid that in the heat of the moment, he'd say something that would hurt her or do something he couldn't take back. He didn't go home at night either. Instead, he stayed at Mareya's townhouse. Leaning against the headboard, he held a cigarette in one hand while holding her with the other.

Busted! I look up and into the black eyes of my mates, and my body heats up significantly. I swear it’s taking everything in me to keep myself in this chair rather than lay across my desk, ripe for the picking. The three of us are not always together. Devonte and Vonte have very different tastes in the bedroom, so it’s easier for us to have one-on-one sessions. We all gather every so often, but when we do……fuck! What can I say? I’m always horny for my mates, and I apologize to no one.