Twenty-something Book Novels & Stories

"Once upon a time, there was a wealthy merchant who was not only blessed with riches and fortune but also with twelve children." Miss Yumi flipped to the beginning of the storybook showing six dashing men with muscly, chiseled features that reminded Cathedra of the ancient sculptures of Greek gods she often sees in books. Beside them were five beautiful ladies, clad in gorgeous dresses and excessive jewelry. In contrast to the five extravagant women in the picture, there was one beside them who was dressed in a plain and simple dressed, standing meekly beside her sisters. However, compared to the other five, with their flashy, attention-grabbing garments, sparkling jewelry, and make-up caked

Sophia Black – 19 Years Later Turning twenty-one was supposed to be the best night of my life. Champagne towers. Music loud enough to make the floor vibrate beneath my heels. A dress so expensive it would make people whisper when I walked into the room. That was how birthdays worked in my world. Especially my birthdays. Instead, I was sitting in my apartment in England… broke. The word broke still felt ridiculous in my head. It had never happened to me before. Not once. And the fact that it had to happen on my twenty-first birthday of all days made me want to scream.

This is quite unexpected," remarked one of the maids, her brow furrowed in confusion. "I wonder what's going on. They never come home this early," another maid chimed in, echoing the sentiments of her colleague. Everything is new to them. This had never happened before. Even if one of them had their birthday, they never went home early. All of them celebrated their' birthdays by eating at the restaurant and going home late. Thus, this made them feel new. Is the world starting to end? No, it couldn't be!

My entire sex life lasted a year. Now that I’m twenty-one I was fed up. How could I be on the tragedy end of a story. Time to move on. In the meantime, I think I will start reading a new novel. This one looks promising. Its another Alpha king’s mate story. But I can’t start it tonight. Its one of my nights off and a few of my friends are making me leave my house to celebrate my birthday. I turned twenty-two today, in fact my friends say “

From the age of ten, every dollar my parents spent on me became a debt. Tuition. Clothes. Food. Even medical bills. By eighteen, I had signed one hundred and ninety-nine promissory notes. But Camilla—the daughter of the man who died protecting my parents—received everything for free. They gave her my bedroom, my inheritance bracelet, a Manhattan apartment, a Maserati, and eventually even the attention of my fiancé, Nick. My parents called it repaying her father’s sacrifice. They called my suffering “heir training.” On the eighteenth birthday Camilla and I shared, I was seriously injured in a car accident. While my family celebrated her aboard a Caribbean yacht, I begged them for three thousa

Twenty years old James Scott settled on a chair in his bedroom flipping through a magazine about 'Traveling around the world'. He felt so content just sitting there, immersing himself in what he really had an interest in. His twenty-first birthday was in four months' time and he knew his mother would come nagging once again. James sighed, he was tired from all the ways his mother stressed him.

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I love you all ànd also thank you for the support. would be rounding this book up and starting a new one under it, just a side story though. with different people but would be quite more interesting and sharp the first chapter of my new book Mia POV "Happy birthday to me!" was the first thing I said when I heard my alarm go off next to my bed. Joy flooded my heart as well as my voice. I would turn 20 today and truly become a woman, even though society considers 18 to be the legal age of puberty. My life has already changed significantly since this day.

Maybe I had. Life had a way of taking years from you when you weren’t paying attention. At twenty-two, I felt like I had already lived a lifetime only that it wasn’t the kind of life I had imagined. It wasn’t the picture-perfect life that people dream of when they’re young, when they believe the world is full of endless opportunities and a future that’s always just within reach.

"Book it under your middle name if you can. And don't post anything about Paris until you're here." "Already opening the laptop," she says. "Elena." "What." "Happy almost birthday," she says quietly, and the unexpectedness of it hits me somewhere soft, because I had genuinely not thought about it, my twentieth arriving in eight weeks, so busy navigating the present that the milestone coming has barely registered. "Thank you," I reply, and my voice does something I wasn't expecting. "Twenty is going to be good," she says firmly. "I'm going to be there for part of it and it's going to be good."