Thirty But Seventeen Novels & Stories

Their scents drifted across the small room, and I realised that all of the triplets had an absolutely divine pine-forest kind of smell, yet different to each other. Where Thane's seemed autumnal - crisp, and misty, Cole's was bright and summery, and Finn's held the more fragrant notes of spring, still layered over that woodsy, pine forest kind of smell. I breathed them in deeply, enjoying them, then sighed and reached to turn the tap off. When I turned back, I found them both pulling off all of their clothes, grinning widely at me.

“Thank you, though.” “Ah, perhaps I should have started with how many husbands you have. I apologize, my Lady.” He replied before offering a wry grin. “I thought you were much too young to have over one.” “I have three, actually. The WereAlpha, Zion, my Harlequin, Silas, and my Dragon Prince, Gunther.” Catherine smiled a little before a sad sigh parted her lips. “And they are extremely overprotective.” “I take it you enjoy your freedom?” Brucie ventured with a sly grin. “You feel as though they clipped your wings?”

Adriana smirked when her father's countenance fell before she could finish her words___ " but I made a deal with him. " Her dad's face lifted with renewed hope. " What deal? " " To give me seventeen dates to convince him to say yes, " Adriana smiled to herself as she recalled how she managed to get that deal. " Why seventeen? " her dad frowned thinking it was a long process, anything can happen. " I intend to get to know him before thinking about marrying him, " Adriana said seriously. " Oh, and if he doesn't agree at the end of this? " it was pure curiosity on her father's face.

Mira at Seventeen She turned seventeen in the summer of the fifteenth year and the birthday had the specific quality of seventeen in a life that had been built with intention from the beginning — not the drama of fifteen or the completeness of thirteen or the gravity of ten. The quality of seventeen was a kind of confident forward motion, the birthday of a person who understands what they are doing and is doing it.

The abdomen slightly bulged and contained a formed embryo, roughly three months old. That was our child.

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.

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.

“I help you take care of your son and you still don't trust me enough to talk to me about what's going on in your life.” “Beth–” “But I'm done being your maid and I won't allow you to treat me anyhow you like. After all, I now have someone who loves me and treats me like the adult that I am.” “What are you talking about Beth?” I asked, looking straight in her eyes. “You're not the only one who's capable of getting a boyfriend.” Her voice had turned indignant. Beth was only 17 years old and I'd never seen her with a boy before. She had never been interested in relationships and it was fine with me. It wasn't safe out there.

"For all of it. For the entire thirteen years." She looked at her plate. "I got the Louboutins," she said. "We are even." Julian laughed. I laughed. The apartment held us in the August evening with the rose on the study windowsill and Washington outside the window. After dinner, while Julian was in the kitchen, Vivian and I sat in the living room the way we had sat in a hundred living rooms over thirteen years and she asked me the question she had been building toward since she arrived. "Are you scared?" she said.

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t