Coming-of-age Novels & Stories

His objective was to turn into a well off individual. He had a framework, regardless of whether it was a framework that would just initiate after he turned into a grown-up. As indicated by the law in the United States, the individuals who were 21 or more in age were viewed as grown-ups. All things considered, they could as of now begin drinking liquor at that age - how should they not be viewed as grown-ups then, at that point? Luke had accepted he simply expected to hang tight an additional three years for the framework. Never had he expected that he would just have to trust that the framework will initiate, and after actuation, it believed him should turn into a cop.

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 guess you could say she’s living her best life now, doing whatever she wants without looking back. I’m walking to my favorite coffee shop to meet up with Ava. She’s got some surprise planned for my birthday, but honestly, I’m not that excited. I know Mom is working a double shift tonight. What’s the point of celebrating if the one person I want to see isn’t even going to be there? Still, this is supposed to be a special day. Eighteen is a milestone. You only turn eighteen once, and it marks the start of adulthood. The day I can finally leave this town behind.

"New meetings should always be welcomed, because that meeting could be just what you needed for a big change to occur in your life." *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. It's finally November 10th and it's my 18th birthday. I can't say I feel any different even though I'm of age now, able to drink and have a bank account of my own.

I whispered into his ear. He smiled. “Well, that’s normal, isn’t it? The party doesn’t really get started until after midnight to see if his coming of age wolf finds their mate.” I nodded when he spoke. It was the same at Lunarflare. But some wolves didn’t want a coming of age birthday party, especially if they were shy.

Sip and See are celebrations done in honour of newborn babies after birth and one would have expected that the child deserved to be celebrated in her own home at least but as usual, the Matriarch of the Jones family had her way when she suggested to her family that it would be better if the celebration was done at her place.

Nineteen years later. The wind blew through the surface, leaving nothing but dust and the dried leaves rustling. I sucked in a deep breath, there is nothing to be happy about here. Today, I clocked nineteen, together with other kids, and not just that, an event has been organized for those that are celebrating. It is called a crossover, as we had become mature and ready to choose those that we will love to spend our entire lives with. That isn’t something that I would be bothered about, leaving with a witch for my entire years has made me lose total interest in marital affairs.

Tonight will be the longest night of the year, or as the Wolvenhore Might Pack call it, “The Howling Night.” Everyone in the pack who turned 18 this year would find not only a partner but a wolf to call their own. Thoughts of getting my wolf buzzed around my head. I cannot wait to finally have one, having a wolf will mark my coming of age. And aside from that, it's a good day for me to find a partner. I just know she'll be impressed. I smiled and went to the bathroom, still groggy from my sleep.

“—is social suicide, yes I know. I’ve been through this already with my best friend.” “Then you should listen to your friend because she is very bright. You don’t have to go through with this ceremony, but I would strongly suggest that you do otherwise you're going to find it hard to live in society.” I resisted the urge to glare back. “I know that, Ma’am.” “Then put on a brave smile and understand that you’ll be having your coming-of-age ceremony next week rather than this week. If anything changes then we’ll let you know.” When I left the office, I wasn’t expecting Simone to be hovering just outside the door. I collided with her, stumbling backward and nearl

There was no ceremony or celebration. A passerby had snapped photos that day, but since there was no wedding and James never spoke about it, the public dismissed the pictures as nothing more than a prank. That hidden past had become the cleanest cut between him and me. Closing the news feed, I lifted a cup of warm coffee and took a slow sip. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling across the table, gentle and warm, like the opening notes of my new life. As for his lively scandals, they no longer concerned me. However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go.