Adult Edition Novels & Stories

That was where he felt closest to God—when he was being ruined. Rum snorted softly as the chalice passed down the line. Wine. Shared among sinners pretending they weren’t all jerking off to the choir girls or séxting someone during the sermon. He took the goblet like a good boy, brought it to his lips, and looked directly at the pastor. The Pastor gave a polite nod. Cold. Controlled. Rum smiled like the devil and took a slow, obscene sip. He was twenty now. Grown. Legal. Dangerous.

"What to do? Just you being here makes me want to say that maybe one child is fine." Oh lord. FOR THE ONES WHO MISSED THE CHILLI SCENES IN THE BOOK I'VE WARNED EVERYONE READING ALREADY, THAT THIS IS AN ADULT-THEMED BOOK. READER DISCRETION WILL BE APPRECIATED; FOR 18+ ONLY. Going down on her never felt so relaxing. She smells fresh like the ocean, and whatsoever her taste, I loved it. Her sweet moans make my vessels bulge, along with the growing boner I hide in my pants.

I answered. “Yes, you are,” he insisted which makes me roll my eyes at him. “See…” he smiles. “Your gestures were like those ten years old kid—” “Earlier, I am a baby, now, I turn into a kid. So, when we have sex, I’m already an adult?” I queried. Zero smiled. “No, but when you get pregnant, that makes you an adult.” “W-What?” Did I hear it right or not? “What did you—”

Her eyes found mine, and confusion grew potent on her small chubby face. “But mommy said it. Why can she say the bad word and I can’t?” No wonder why her mom was at a loss for words. This kid was super smart. “Because mommy is an adult. There are things that only adults are allowed to say.” I nodded for emphasis, throwing yet another glance at Ivory with a bit of ‘You made this mess’ in it. She only shook her head and then sighed again. “When will I be adult?” “When you are 18.” I stared back at her to find her nodding with understanding. I couldn't help but wonder if Lucious also fired the same questions at Kenya.

Maybe answers to the questions gnawing in my heart. “You still haven't told me who you are going to meet, Cassie,” Maya complains, throwing her hands dramatically in the air. I look at her, half-smiling. “I'm an adult, Maya. Stop being dramatic.” Anyone who's eighteen is considered an adult and I'm one. “No law says an adult shouldn't be careful of where they go,” she whispers, rolling her eyes. “I know where I'm going, Maya. Just stop being dramatic.” “Fine, fine,” she raises her hand in surrender. “Go, but call me immediately if anything happens,” she pushes me gently to the door.

The sea below kept its rhythm, relentless and indifferent, a metronome that measured every breath they took. Veronica was eighty eight now. Ethan ninety one. Numbers that sounded impossible when spoken aloud but felt entirely natural when lived day by day. Their bodies had changed in predictable ways: joints that protested in the morning, skin that held every sunspot and every scar like a map of survived summers, hair that had surrendered completely to silver. Yet desire had not faded. If anything it had concentrated, distilled into something purer, more urgent because time had taught them exactly how finite every moment was.

School girl crush, I thought. The kind that get a married man like me in trouble. Two and half years later, I returned to my original school. She attended classes on a different day. Students could not attend the adult class until they were 18 or got special permission from the head instructor. I would see her from time to time at the school on off days. We would exchange simple hello's. I would see her from time to time sneaking glances. Later that year Maxine turned eighteen and I got divorced. The two were unrelated.

I place my ears against the door, hoping to hear what is going on there. I hear Alpha Ezequiel speak loudly, “Humble people of Citadel pack, I welcome you all to one of the greatest moments to be recorded in the history of our pack. Tonight marks the beginning of adulthood for our young werewolves who will be turning eighteen, the age for so many opportunities. Can all the celebrants step forward please?” There are a few minutes of silence and my heart skips a beat, should I go in now? I don't want to chicken out when I’ve only anticipated this night all my life.

He teased her, "That's because you're still a student." "I'm already 18 years old, and I'm an adult. I can handle my alcohol!" Larissa said with a hint of annoyance in her voice. Ambrose looked into her eyes and said, "No means no. As far as I'm concerned, you're only considered an adult once you're 20."

"You don't need to thank me. I've always known you were the perfect woman for me. And when you turn eighteen, I have no doubt you'll step into your role with even more grace and power." I couldn't resist teasing him, with a naughty smirk playing on my lips, "Oh, you'll see. In just 8 days, I'll officially be an adult, and you're going to enjoy every bit of it." Levi raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "Oh really? And what's so special about turning eighteen?"