Thirty Something Series Novels & Stories

"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.

“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

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

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.

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.

"Why? I know you proposed to her today! She's your woman, but what about me? Aren't I your woman too?" Ruben's tone was cold and indifferent. "I love her. And who do you think you are? I'm warning you, Mareya Burruss, stay away from Ashlee. Do you understand me?" After a moment, Mareya whimpered in agreement. "Be good," he continued, his tone softening. "I've already arranged for you to start working as an executive secretary at Castille Group. Other than marriage, I can give you anything you want—even a child. But don't cross my bottom line."

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

Tanya’s husky voice had weakened and I could feel this was the end for me. All it took was a sponsored flight to Estonia to ruin the rest of my life. All I wanted growing up was a great career. Now I'm not only thousands of dollars deep in debt, hospital bills and school loans, but I'm also now a mobster’s wife. How did my life get so far out of touch, at what point didn't I see the reality of this? Saving Kate is no small feat, i had to get out of here somehow. The door flung open and soon several men came in, black rods in their hands, “get up” the one in front instructed and soon all the girls got up, i scampered up almost immediately.

There was a reply to her message, "I said I wanted three million, but you only gave me five hundred thousand. Do you think that's enough to convince me? I won't divorce you until I get three million." Whoever it was must really want the money that the person forgot to impersonate me. It was my habit to end my sentences with an ellipsis. However, whoever was messaging Lori had forgotten about it. Lori finally realized something was wrong. She typed in three question marks before asking, "Are you really Chad? Why does it feel like you're not him?" Lori sent the message, but there was no reply. She looked flustered and started mumbling, "This isn't possible. Chad is fine. Someone must have used

Olivia stood back and looked at me. “You want to talk Bash?” she asked me and I stared into her beautiful eyes. I didn’t, I was over this and I was over having to share her. I looked down thinking for a minute, if I stopped this it means I would have to give up Olivia and that I certainly didn’t want to do. If I had her I had to share her with Blake, it killed me and all I wanted was Olivia to be mine, completely mine. We had been a threesome for the last year and it was clear I was the only person with the problem. I think I would feel even sicker if I had to watch her be with Blake and not me. Me and Blake had been best friends since we were kids, we had shared a few women and Blake had gi