Come Of Age Story Novels & Stories

She was just pulling door open when Camille spoke up. "I had a mate once," Camille began. Her voice sounded broken. It sounded hurt. The texture carried the pain that she felt deep within. Aria retreated slowly and came to sit beside Camille as she listened to her tell her story. "I met him even before my coming-of-age ceremony. He had saved me from falling off a cliff to my death. That day, we had stared into each other's eyes until I could take it no more. I ran off and I never saw him again until my coming of age ceremony," Camille smiled as she relived the memory. They were sweet and filled with happiness.

I turned to my best friend Lily, like me she’s a refugee, another of the only twenty individuals who survived the massacre. “This dress suits you,” she says. I look down at the dark blue dress I have on, it is the nicest dress I have, I got it last year when I went shopping with my mum and Lily for my coming of age ceremony, On the verge of turning eighteen, my only worries included waiting until I finally turned eighteen so I could have my coming of age ceremony along with all my friends, I wouldn’t be considered a juvenile anymore, I’d be my own person, my dad wouldn’t give me a curfew, I could decide if I wanted to enroll in a human people’s collage, or if I wanted to work towards having

"It's only been three years. Is there a need to be so formal? "I'm still your fiancé, and this is how you talk to me? Clearly, three years wasn't enough time for you to learn your lesson. If you keep this up, I will call off the engagement." I glanced at him, blank and bored. What made him think that after three years, I'd still feel anything for him? I was ten years old when I became an orphan. Hubert Hamilton, Lex's grandfather, had brought me into their mansion, announcing my engagement to Lex like it was already written in stone. I was just a kid, but I believed it.

I concluded, holding my breath. “You should have come to us, I know you believe since you’re eighteen you can do whatever you want but it doesn’t work like that here. You don’t become an adult here until you’re nineteen so stop pulling that card.” “Really?” My eyes widened, surprised by the new piece of information, how come no one told me that until now? “We didn’t automatically choose that course for you because we want you to become a Luna or something…” she paused. “Come here.”

It resulted in her completely obeying a sadistic asshole. Now Ro was around 89, but no thought of leaving occurred her. Guess I knew the reason. Then it was Jade. Tamor accidentally saw and bought him at an auction. Jade was 3 back then and was about to be sold as a slave to a brothel. Tamor burned it to the ground. Frightened, hungry, and more wild than civilized, it took Jade some hard time to adapt. Tamor couldn’t find anything about his past. It was decided that he’ll train the boy into one of the best cadres. He was 16 when both I and Carmila appeared.

Each sign pointed to one destination: becoming Alpha. This doesn’t sound like the makings for a particularly interesting story. A child is born and seventeen years later he becomes an Alpha. That's it, right? If only it could have been that simple…

He was spacing out with a somber expression. Anderson quietly turned to Suit, waiting for the demon to state his question. “Never mind. I already have my answer. Besides, like you said. It doesn’t matter. She’s already burning in hell anyways. So, shall we begin the next story? I believe you’ve rested enough?” Anderson nodded his head, ignoring the bit about Miss. Agnes burning in hell. He did not exactly care. That story was over. The kids were fine and made something of themselves. No matter what, he would most likely choose the same path. He could not guarantee a different approach would work. Most important, the story was over, and he was moving on.

Jace says to me, getting up from the chair he was at and comes closer to me. "I didn't have a choice. I was 14, I was a minor. And where I came from and my background. I had to do it." I don't look fazed when he comes over to me and comes close to my face. "what was your background?" Eli asks, he asks a lot of bloody questions. Jasper and I look at each other, I look back at Eli.

She had to have known this was going to happen… ‘I am a day into being of age and already I have had enough.’ I told my wolf. I had waited so excitedly to come of age. Filled with anticipation for all that it would bring... and it had brought me nothing but pain. Disappointment. What I would give to go back now...

A voice from the back perks up, and he smiles their way broadly. “Don’t you dare hand in your old essays because I will know. I have a photographic memory!...... Besides….Think of it as an opportunity to reflect on your old work and see how you have grown. If you interpret the book differently now you guys have grown some and experienced hormones and dating… How many have matured and no longer think it’s ‘sweeeeet’…..” He mimics a cutesy, gushy girl's voice. “That an older sixteen-year-old picked up a thirteen-year-old minor after one meeting and rush married her before suicide.” He frowns, dumps down his pen, and crosses his arms to watch our reaction. He has always been a cynic on the love