Books For 13/14 Year-olds Novels & Stories

Chapter 1: Caught in the Act I straddled on Professor Blake’s lap in his office, my short plaid skirt shoved up around my waist, my soaked black panties hanging off one ankle like a dirty little trophy. His thick cock was buried deep inside my dripping pussy, stretching me open as I rocked my hips in slow, lazy circles, taking every inch of him with each roll. I’d never been one for hitting the books hard. Studying felt like torture, so I’d found a much more appealing way to keep my grades up, and it was simple, riding my professor raw for hours. And it happened to work every single time.

“He’s a dragon, but he’s also a handsome boy. But his brother’s even more handsome, and he’s an even bigger dragon!” Apparently, teenage girls liked shitty books no matter which world you happened to be in. The library wasn’t particularly big, about the size of a large living room, but the walls were covered in shelves, and each shelf was full of books. I skimmed the spines looking for any interesting titles. “When I said books about magic, I meant books that teach you how to do magic, not silly stories for little girls.”

So does Chloe. They are similar in a lot of ways. Both pretty and popular at school – Kiara has had to step into the role of a guardian to Chloe after their mother had remarried and ran away with her new husband. And they'd both developed early. At 19, they both have fully developed breasts, which they make every effort to display to full effect. Annabelle especially is well-developed, and it is nearly a full-time job getting her to cover herself up. But they are good kids. They have good grades and even work part-time to earn their own money. Like everything else in life, they do that together too, working at a bookshop downtown.

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

Casey, an 18-year-old girl, is drawn to her confident 24-year-old neighbor. After dinner, he invites her into his room, where their connection deepens. He skillfully guides her through intimate moments, awakening her senses and emotions ******************** The air was thick with anticipation as Casey stood in the doorway of her new neighbor’s room, her heart pounding in her chest. The soft glow of a desk lamp cast a warm amber hue over the space, illuminating the sleek, modern furniture and the scattered books that hinted at his intellect.

Isabella at thirteen is navigating the specific difficulty of being thirteen with the same focused efficiency she brings to everything. She's thirteen in the way that means she's caught between childhood and adulthood. She's got opinions about everything and the confidence to express them. She's got emotions that shift rapidly and the self-awareness to recognize when she's being irrational. She's got a social life that matters and the ability to prioritize her own needs within it. She's formidable in a new way now. She finds my book on the shelf one afternoon. Doesn't ask permission to read it. Just takes it to her room and I don't see her for three days except for meals.

She walked towards me and placed another box next to me and I reached out to it while still clutching at the frame. I picked at the ribbons and unwrapped them, the sides of the box fell apart to reveal books, childish fairytale books that I always saw in the hands of my mates when younger and I wish I had them. Books that when I got the chance to look at it, I stuttered when I read and then I gave up. Besides the books were CDs of cartoons that Amara had talked about from her childhood and I couldn't relate cause I wasn't privy to them.

He glanced at the white shirts and black pants he had placed inside the suitcases before turning his gaze to a small bookcase where he bent to pick out some books. His eyes rested upon a history book that his mother gifted to him on his 14th birthday. He had been pestering her about learning the history of their kingdom since he was 12 years old and she had finally given in. The book was worn and slightly shabby albeit a little old but that did not put him off, instead it drew him towards it.

Finally. She need not pretend any longer. In William’s arms was where she wanted to be. ~The End~ Look for these books in this series: Let's Fall in Love Again (book 2) Let's Create a Wonderland (book 3) Let's be Together (book 4)

Forster. The second shelf held old pulp novels from the thirties and forties. When he was fourteen years old his great grandmother, recognizing a hungry reader, started giving him one novel a month. They bore such outlandish titles as The House of Darkness, The Tree that Screamed, The Strangler Fig, The Devil’s Mansion, Crimson Ice, The Undying Monster and Heads, You Lose. He’d consumed those books one after the other, a new junkie mainlining his first fix. Grandma White promised him when she passed, he could have them all. Those books were older than any of the others in his office.