Adolescent Novels & Stories

Hilton said. “And other packs don’t associate with the ‘murderous’ pack,” Kael added. Maverick glanced at the hands wrapped around Aurora’s arms briefly before looking away. “You guys are far from murderous!” Sadie exclaimed, and many pack members smiled at her sweetly. “You’re nice, Ms. Sadie,” a man said, and Sadie blushed. She really didn’t do well with compliments. “The teenagers here too know not to date until they’re well above twenty-five and haven’t found their mate. By then, they’ll be adults, not teenagers driven by hormones,” Easton said with a grunt, glaring at Maverick.

She looked me up and down. "Twenty-seven," I corrected her, starting to think clearly again. "The difference is that you're only sixteen. Legally, you're a minor and therefore vulnerable. Scientifically, your brain is still developing because your prefrontal cortex is still maturing, which can impair your decision-making. And emotionally, your development is incomplete. You're in a phase of major emotional and social changes, and that causes a lot of confusion. But it will pass. Soon you'll realize that everything gets better, especially if you learn to act with more balance."

I can only guess Consent is the human version of eighteen, if only. I didn’t even enter my first classroom until I was thirty. Humans were over and done with the high-school experience before I was untethered from my mother’s skirts in Bonding. Each stage Islanders get for adolescence is twenty to twenty-five stages a piece. We’re not considered their version of twenty or twenty-one until we reach a full age. One hundred arduous annuals of making that shift. Only to be told when we get there that it’s a dirty sin to share a mutually beneficial and natural course of development.

Now he was late for the meeting because no matter how hard he jacked off, it refused to settle down. What am I some teenager going through puberty? he thought as he let out a soft sigh.

I ignored the girlfriend part and smiled at her as I said, "I am Dr. Jade. Come in, sweetie." She fully entered the room, hesitating as she did so. I was expecting someone to come in after her. But to my surprise, she came in alone. The young teenage girl had a slender frame that seemed to emphasize her fragility. Her delicate features spoke of youth, with soft curves that hadn't fully matured into adulthood. Standing at around 18, her height suggested a sense of vulnerability, as if she were navigating the delicate balance between adolescence and young adulthood.

But the overarching problem, if I had to give it a name, was arrested development. Anthony Jr. had simply stopped growing older when he was 12 years old. I know that doesn't make any sense, but it was true. He liked all the same things that he liked when he was 12, video games and cartoons and super heroes. And that would fine, it really would, if his interests had expanded beyond that. But he had never gotten interested in any of the things that growing boys got into. He didn't want to take up a sport or join a band or date a girl. He just wanted to play video games and watch cartoons. He was immature, he laughed at childish things, he was insensitive and self-centered. In short, he was 12

------------------------------- Identification: Leo ******** Age: 20 Status: Former college student Likes: Strong people Dislikes: Underestimating him -------------------------