All Might Young Novels & Stories

Having nothing better to do. It's early Saturday afternoon and yeah so what if I wanted to drown my feels abit ? "They holler at me but it's you. You, this ain't high school. Me and my crew, we can slide through, give it to you whenever you want. Whip it whenever you want" Roxy and Lexi scream at the top of their lungs as we sing loudly to Niki Minaj blasting through the surround sound system. Shaking our ass, dancing like strippers. "Baby, it's yours! Anywhere, everywhere. Baby it's your world, ain't it? (Alright). Baby it's your w-"

At least, they were friends now, was her only words of encouragement. "Not even a box of pizza?" Cora asked again before laughing out loud and now, Hannah herself had a smile at the corner of her lips. "It wasn't even funny. I took a cab instead of the bus with the hope of being employed and you know how expensive the taxi is for a lady cutting down her expenses," "That's really brutal, to be frank. Totally unacceptable!" Cora muttered. "Good morning. I would like a cup of cappuccino," a young lady came in with a bright smile and Cora smiled back at her before excusing herself to attend to her.

"What?" "I want everything with you Cameron"

A deep voice said from in front of me I looked up and met Jackson's deep blue eyes. "Oh I'm sorry.. Ashlee right? I didn't realize it was you." He said quickly blushing slightly "Don't worry its fine Jackson." I replied playing with my fingers "So are you all good?" He asked with a cheeky grin I smiled and replied "Yeah I'm fine thanks for asking." "If you ever need anything just find me." He stated before turning and walking away Okay I know I'm at an all boys school... but why is every single one hot as hell?

The things you do for friends. ******************** An hour into the game, everyone was feeling pretty buzzed. I had to admit I was having more fun than I thought, and heard a few surprising truths from everyone. Like Olivia lying about her education to land a prestigious position at work, and the real reason Brody enlisted in the Navy.

Ava's POV I’ve always been the good girl at these family reunions—the one who helps with dishes, smiles politely, never causes trouble. The one everyone calls “sweet Ava” or “little Ava” even though I turned 21 in March. But this year something shifted the second I stepped out of the car. The air smelled like pine needles baked in sun and that faint, sticky tang of sunscreen everyone slathered on too thick. Barbecue smoke curled up from the grill on the deck, mixing with lake water and bug spray. Familiar. Comforting.

1999 ~ 9 years old The crackle of fireworks echoes around her, a distant, mocking symphony to Annabelle’s hunger. It’s the Fourth of July, but the festive cheer feels like a cruel joke. While other families spread blankets on the park grass, their laughter mingling with the bursts of color in the sky, Annabelle crouches behind a gas station, scavenging for scraps. A gnawing emptiness consumes her, a hunger that goes beyond the ache in her stomach. It’s a hollow space where warmth and security should be. Her fingers, stiff despite the summer night, dig through the greasy layers of a discarded trash bag.

All of them—a group of young men who clearly came from wealthy backgrounds turned their eyes toward me. I was utterly exhausted, my hair slightly disheveled from the grueling commute, clutching a heavy textbook while still dressed in my plain school uniform. They, on the other hand, looked like they had just come from an upscale gathering, perfectly groomed, smelling expensive, and carrying themselves with an air of arrogant confidence. From the group, a tall and incredibly handsome man suddenly stood up. He had a gentle face and a formal demeanor that stood in stark contrast to the haughty aura of his peers. He offered me a genuine smile, a gesture that seemed to ease the thick tension suff

Even knowing that there was a risk that, in a few years, she would regret having chosen to stay with me, tying herself to a marriage and a child that were not her choice, I would make her mine, definitively, and for the rest of her life she would fight to forgive me. I drove to the venue, barely able to see the street in front of me, such was the speed of the car. As expected, the place was packed with people, most of them young people dancing casually to the sound of a rhythm that mixed forró with electronic music. What the hell was that strange rhythm? Everything happened in the open air, in the courtyard of what would be a large gas station for truckers, the crowd spread out along the par

"Thank you, Faith. I don't know what I'd do without you. "Are you guys crying?" Mary's voice startled Jodie. She forgot it was time for her little sister to get home. Jodie wiped her tears and turned to Mary with a smile. "No, we're not crying. It's just allergies," she joked. Mary rolled her eyes. "Sure, allergies in the middle of summer. You are crying about dying again, aren't you? I told you a hundred times, Jodie. You aren't going to die. You are too crazy to die any time soon."