Twenty-something Book Novels & Stories

I shook my head at him and walked back to continue making coffee. “Who has those? Why did you bake a cake?” Ivana walked over to it. “Whose birthday is it, because it is not my birthday.” I looked at her. “Or, is it your birthday today?” she raised her brows at me and I shook my head. “Then… could it be…” We both heard the door open and we turned in the direction of the door. “I think your mother is home.” Ivana looked at me and for a moment I paused, I felt so nervous like I was about confessing to my crush in high school.

I just tilt my head towards the direction of the book. "Hmm" "I thought you didn't like poetry", I tell her. "It's been years since I barely read anything. And now when I question myself, my taste in reading seems to be changed with time. The early twenties are completely different from the late twenties", she laughs. "Read me a few", I say. "You really wanna hear me reading them?" She asks. "I would love to" She smiles at me and turns a few pages. "So, I loved this one"

**** Author's note Thank you, readers, for taking your time to read this story. There will be grammatical errors because English is not my first language. **** * Married To My Enemy (Book 1) * His Ex-Wife ( Book 2) Please keep in mind that this is the sequence of the book "married to my enemy" for a better understanding, please read married to my enemy first. I wish you a fantastic reading experience!!

"I was getting to know you. Now, what's your favorite book?" "Too easy, Flowers in the attic. Next." "That's kind of a dark one. Okay... how old are you?" "Twenty-Two. Birthday is in April." "What's your favorite animal? And you can't say a panther." She smirks a little, pulling the crust off the grilled cheese she'd chosen as she thinks.

Lyra’s wrist still burned where the Veilkeeper mark glowed faintly. “That moon…” Cael said quietly. “Tell me I’m not seeing things.” “You’re not,” Lyra answered. Above them, the familiar moons drifted in their usual patterns, glowing silver and pale blue across the darkness. For centuries, scholars had studied their movements. Priests had written songs about them. The Veilkeepers had drawn power from their alignment. Twenty moons. Always twenty. But now, far beyond the others, a dim, pale sphere hovered like a ghost. A twenty-first moon.

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I winked and clinked our drinks before she continues the work on her laptop and I was back to reading Brice Durant's newest book. I was resting back on the sofa and sipping my drink slowly while my mind was deep into his book. I was biting my lip, reading in anticipation of what's to come as the suspense build. Then I was curling my toes when the sexy scenes were described explicitly for my virgin corrupt mind. "You're reading the nasties aren't you?" "What? no, how could you tell? even if I am, so what? I'm twenty-three, I'm old enough for these kinds of books."

“By the way, your birthday is coming up soon.” The reminder made me freeze mid-step. My birthday? I blinked, trying to remember the date. “Oh. Yeah,” I mumbled. “I almost forgot about that.” I wasn’t lying—I really had forgotten. With everything that had happened, it was hard to keep track of time. I was turning twenty. Twenty years old. It felt strange to say it aloud. Time had flown so fast, and yet it hadn’t. It was as though all those years had slipped through my fingers like water, especially the ones I lost.

CHAPTER TWO Someone once said your twenties are your selfish years. It's a decade to immerse yourself in every single thing possible. Be selfish with your time, and all the aspects of you. Tinker with shit, travel, explore, love a lot, love a little and never touch the ground. And that's exactly what I am going to do today. Today I turn twenty. The first thing I see when I open my eyes in the morning are two large ballons with twenty written on them and underneath it is a small note. From Ivan, the back says.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.