Novel & Cerita Coming Of Age Books

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

But it never seemed meant to be. Caitlin couldn’t understand why she was so conspicuous. At five foot five she wasn’t especially tall, and with her brown hair and brown eyes (and normal weight) she felt she was average. Certainly not beautiful, like some of the other girls. At 18, she was a bit older, but not enough to make her stand out. There was something else. There was something about her that made people look twice. She knew, deep down, that she was different. But she wasn’t exactly sure how.

none of us want to stay here and growing up is the only way out. Your Awakening is a bit like graduation in a sense. A passing from child to adult and normally where you would find your place, your rank, in the pack, and get a mate. I have no delusions that it means anything of the sort for any of us turning tonight. Of which there are four from the home of unwanteds, and I hear maybe three from the packs around. Just a handful of kids trying to break free, find their path, and all in the great presence of the entire 'Packdom'.

I’ve lived my life, protecting myself from the world, from disappointment, betrayal and lies, but with her, I began to bring down those walls until I didn’t even know when my feelings developed into so much more without even seeing a glimpse of her. I skim over her collection, Motorcycle Club, Mafia... Disney Villain tales… and then there are the classics that she accidentally slipped out that she reads before denying she read them. I crouch down. They may be at the bottom, but the books have been read and I can’t help but smile. Jane Eyre, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, The Thirteenth Tale… Smiling, I take out the first book in the Anne of Green Gables collection, remembering ho

"You should read more books. Ellie. Books are like ladders of progress for werewolves." "Oh yeah? Do they also include 'XX Bedtime Stories', 'One Hundred Thousand Whys' and 'Those Mysteries of the Universe You Don't Know'?" "What's that supposed to mean, Ellie?" I ask. She picks one of the books I got her. "Jack and the Beanstalk? What nineteen-year-old girl reads childish folktales anymore?" "That's relatable to our legend, Ellie," Chris calmly says. "But not to mine," she protests. "Thanks, but it just isn't what I was expecting."

He shook her from his mind and pushed open the doors to the study. The rug-lined room was bigger than B’s above-garage apartment. Floor to ceiling bookshelves dampened any noise B might made in his whiskey search. There didn’t seem to be a single inch of space on any one of the shelves. Books of all colors, textures, and sizes were packed together. In front of the book spines sat hundreds of little treasures–seashells, pocket watches, glass figurines, and carvings of creatures. So many creatures. B let his fingers drift over the book spines: The Picture of Dorian Gray. The Catcher in the Rye. The Odyssey. Brave New World. The Call of the Wild. White Noise. So many stories he’d never read and

I can't wait! I smiled excitedly at the thought and brought the book that I've been holding close to my chest. Just like in every story, 18 is the age where life starts to become more interesting. Just imagining scenarios of what could possibly happen just like in books, I couldn’t help but smile broadly. Suddenly, the winds began to blow stronger than ever that the ship began to rock violently.

First of all thank you so much to the editor, Martin who gave me the chance to publish my 50SHADES OF PUBERTY BOOK. Since this is my first story on this platform and English is not my first language but I tried to entertain you guys with my storyline. This book is special to me because in this book I had shown many real incidents that happened. And the other reason is I had to show some sparks of teenage life. I have one moral for this story's character.

He’d come upon her while she was fighting for her virtue -and more than likely her life- on the docks of London in the wee hours of the morning. After her father took his life out of despair over losing their fortune, her mother was forced to sell most of their belongings to satisfy creditors. What little they had left was only enough to secure a small one room hovel for them to cram into on the most undesirable side of town. The eldest of five children in a family that had fallen from society’s grace, Cora had no choice but to abandon her dreams of a fun filled season of coming-of-age parties and husband hunting. With stiff resolution, she set out to search for a way to help her mother pu

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