Twenty-five Twenty-one Novels & Stories

Do not rush the count. One-two-three-four-five… keep your hips still! Six-seven-eight-nine-ten… you’re getting so wet I can hear the slide from here. Eleven-twelve-thirteen-fourteen-fifteen… sixteen-seventeen-eighteen-nineteen-twenty. Ten more! Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three… feel the friction building. Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six… you want to explode, don’t you? Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.

"I don't want to spend the rest of my life, buried in my system. But I don't know what I want to become." I groaned, burying my face in my hands. "I think it's too late for me." He laughed at my plight before carefully removing my hands from my face. "It's never too late, Bee. You can't know what you want to become overnight." "But, I will be twenty-five soon. Twenty-five and jobless. Twenty-five and dreamless. Twenty-five and passionless. I don't know if there is a word like that. But Twenty-five and oblivious don't sound so good."

God, I hope not. "All right, I'm just going to say it. Rae, this has to stop," Mom states firmly, pressing the palms of her hands onto the table precisely. Here we go. I knew this was coming. I should have just called and said I wasn't coming, I could mute her then. "You are twenty-five years old and act like a damn nineteen-year-old. You're out partying, and-" "Having fun?" I supply, setting down my menu. That's all I'm doing. Having fun. I'm not doing drugs, I'm not knocked up by a pimp. I'm having fun, and staying out of trouble... for the most part.

She thinks it was absurd to answer the kid's question. "Fifty five times and then what? After that I'm all gloomy? You're so ridiculous kid. Why don't you go find your momma, hmm?" "But would you? If you answer I'll go but be warned. Once the fifty fifth is taken, I don't know if you can take it all in," the kid said, gazing at her intensely. Chassy doesn't even get the kid. Thinking it's just some child's game she rolls her eyes and answered, "Yeah sure, make me smile fifty five times kid," mocking the kid.

But then, over the phone, I heard a voice in the background—sweet and familiar, "Papa Dan." It was Valerie Kinder's son, Theo. Theo told Dan he'd already helped him check off twenty-nine items on his bucket list. Only one was left—seeing the Northern Lights. "Papa Dan," Theo chirped, "this is my very last wish. Will you come with me?" Dan's heart melted on the spot. He said yes without a second thought. Then he turned back to me and said, "Lynn, don't overreact. I already checked—it's just one day. It won't affect the surgery.

" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3" She had almost laughed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had said: "Yes. I'll see you tomorrow." _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had seen her tomorrow. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> She had seen her every day since. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The twenty-fifth year passed. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The twenty-sixth began. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

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She can keep him grounded now and stabilize him in a way he hadn’t had before. “And you are twenty,”Fenris replied back deciding to answer all her questions, because maybe she just wants to talk about numbers, maybe she doesn’t care that He is older… way older, past the point of robbing the cradle, past the point of conviction, and past any sort of point, really. “Twenty-one in two weeks,” she says absentmindedly. She was staring intently at him now, eyes squinting, like she was trying to find a gray hair on his head. “You don’t look a day over one fifty,” she finally says.

In less than twenty one days to be exact. No, she is ready to fight and take in the arctic cold chilling her bones. In just less than Twenty One Days, she won't be able to have her husband all to herself but she is ready to fight for the love she wasted and she will do that In Twenty One Days and that is her vow before her head hit the pillow. She cuddled her daughter and fell into a dreamless sleep willing her mind to dream about a way to have her husband and she did. She was so anxious that she couldn't sleep well so she stood up to execute her plan.