روايات وقصص ضمن Adult Light

Kate POV “Katie let’s do an adult girls’ night,” Lily says. Pausing to wonder what exactly that means Lily continues, “You know – adult refreshments at an adult party location? Maybe in town at the Club?”. The “Club” is a hot spot for a lot of locals as well as people from neighboring towns. Mostly people in their 20’s and 30’s frequent the club, but it’s been known to attract a diverse group of people. They have great music, great dance floor, and cater their selection of alcohol to werewolves as well as to humans.

He stretched out with positive indolence, his eyes a pure glimmer of light below the luxuriant veil of his ridiculously long lashes. “One of my PAs from the New York office… Five-foot ten, red-headed... my perfect kind of sin,” Christophe confided softly, reflectively, his eloquent mouth taking on a sensual slant. “She was as wild and hot as I was. I got laid in my coffee break…” Frozen by appalled disbelief that he could actually be confessing to such behavior, Lara was welded to the spot. Her vocal cords were strangled.

“Nice to meet you, Lissa. Do you always invite delivery guys in for company?” “Only the cute ones who look like they could handle a bad day.” He laughed, low and surprised. “Damn. Straight to the point.” I grinned. “Life’s too short for games. Tell me something real. How old are you?” “Twenty-eight.” “Girlfriend?” He shook his head. “Not anymore. She said I work too much.” I leaned back, letting my tank top ride up a little. “That’s a shame. What do you do when you’re not delivering pizza?”

"That's harsh. Do you not have a heart?" "Even if I sympathize with them, who will feel bad for their parents? Their families? Anyone above eighteen is considered an adult. Even if it's a fraud, no one will blackmail a minor, nor will the law acknowledge illegal loans. All of them are legal adults; some of them are even in their thirties with a husband and children but still can't think straight. It's a waste for such people to live."

Livie You could say that Alarick is an old soul. He's too mature for his age and too smart for his own good. But by the end of the day, we are still just young eighteen years old, and that makes us still teens. Hormonal teens, to be precise. Because yes, he soon will be nineteen, just days before his birthday, but he is still a teen.

I approached the circulation desk, smiling at the librarian — a severe woman in her fifties with silver hair pinned tight. “Excuse me, where’s the restroom?” She looked up slowly, eyes narrowing behind her glasses. “Have you been here before?” I laughed, thinking it was some quirky house rule. “Yeah, all the time. Why?” “ID, please. And you need to be over 18.” I blinked, still chuckling as I fished out my driver’s license. “You’re serious?” She inspected it like it was a passport at customs, then nodded. “Follow me.”

WRONG NEIGHBOR TRIGGER WARNING: THIS BOOK IS STRICTLY EROTICA. IT CONTAINS HIGHLY GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT AND IS INTENDED FOR ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY (18+). DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 OR SENSITIVE TO MATURE, EXPLICIT THEMES. "MIA'S POV" I was having a full-blown existential crisis at 11:47 PM.

“They are adults. Every single person that attends school here is an adult. The man in that picture, he looks old enough to make sound decisions.” “Are you telling me you think this kind of behavior is acceptable?”

“And what type of relationship are you proposing here? It’s not like we can just hang out on campus or anywhere near where other students would see us.” A coy smile touched her lips. “We’re not teenagers. We can spend time together without the prying eyes of other people. You have a television, we can just spend time here. Or we can go somewhere further from campus, somewhere no one from school would likely be around. Sneaking around and not getting caught might even be fun.” “We’re adults.” “And adults can’t have fun? We were both bookworms and nerds through school. It’s our turn to be a little bad.”

Jordan ranted standing up and realised he was breathing hard. “I don’t like this, I don’t like this at all,” John said shaking his head when he covered his mouth. “He’s an adult, you’re a child!” “I am not a child! I’m eighteen, legal, an adult in the eyes of the law, dad! Just because we had sex earlier makes no difference when there is a programme on the TV about sixteen year olds getting pregnant!”