Coming Of Age Novels For Adults Novels & Stories

I am as exciting and predictable as a loaf of sliced white bread. Anyway, back to my story. The traffic started moving, and off he went, leaving behind the lingering scent of tobacco. At work, I had trouble concentrating, and spent most of the day creating racy vignettes in my head with us as the feature characters. Let's be honest; I have a very vivid imagination. The closest I've been to a hot steamy encounter is courtesy of the pages of my endless supply of paperback romance novels. I'm not the kind of girl that attracts hot, sexy men. In fact, I've been called an ice queen by more than one guy. But when I'm in the middle of one of my books, I am sensual, daring, sarcastically humorous, a

"I... I mean, the boys at school look at me all the time, but they don't say anything. I think because I'm the president of the Bible and Abstinence Club, they think I'm a prude." "The Bible and Abstinence Club," Ryder repeated, a dark, mocking chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Wow. So no nookie for your boyfriend until marriage, then? You're saving that tight little hole for a wedding night?" Ruth-Ann looked down into her lap, her heart hammering against her ribs. "Are you ready for that confession now?" "I've been dying to hear it," Ryder whispered, standing right over her now. His scent made her mouth water. "I promised Dante that we'd do it at prom."

It still wasn’t anything like the girls already slipping inside—perfect hair, tight dresses, effortless confidence—but it would have to do. Not like I planned on doing anything serious there anyway. Just drink. Dance. Get drunk. Dance again. And if someone caught my attention… then so be it. It had been weeks since I’d had sex, and my body was starting to remind me of it in all the wrong ways. I exhaled slowly, forcing some courage into my chest, then walked toward the entrance. No invitation. Just pure guesswork. As I got closer, the guards looked me over like I was some underage kid trying her luck.

The exquisite terror of giving your blood, your body, and perhaps even your soul to something far older and more powerful than you. That obsession is precisely what led me to the website. It was past three in the morning. I had just finished a particularly filthy novel where the ancient vampire lord claimed his mortal lover on an altar of black marble while draining her during the height of her orgasm. My body was still buzzing, thighs slick, heart racing, when I stumbled into the darkest corners of the internet — forums so obscure that even seasoned degenerates whispered about them. And there it was. Blood Party – Invitation Only.

Chapter 1 Lena’s POV The lunch bell rang like it always did but today it made my stomach twist. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding at the thought of my eighteenth birthday. The thought alone made my pussy clench; in my family when you turn eighteen as a girl you go through a body cleansing ritual, where my stepdad and my stepbrothers fuck me raw in all my holes until I’m leaking from their cum, making me into a full-grown woman. I was so looking forward to it. I held my tray tightly as I walked through the cafeteria when I spotted Mia at our usual table. She looked up the second I got close, one eyebrow arching.

~2 Weeks Later~ I took a swig from my third Mikes hard of the day as I typed the last few sentences of my newest book. I had always focused on children's books as well as illustrating but over the past year I finally decided to write an adult novel. The book itself was fiction and was about a young lesbian woman whose about eighteen. She ends up dying and sees what happens after death, a whole new life. It's a concept I had worked hard on and planned to eventually turn it into a series. As I finished the book as well as my drink all I could think about was telling Alice. Realizing that wasn't really an option at the moment I sighed and sent the document over to my editor before shutting down

Author's Note: Dear Readers, I am delighted to share my first novel in GoodNovel. I have been an active writer on other platforms and thrilled to start a new journey on this platform. My very first novel consists of mature content, those who had read my previous work would know how twists and turns appear in my books at the climax. The same is expected to appear in this novel. A strict Warning: The content of the story is mature and is meant for an adult audience. You can skip the chapters with the mature content warning given at the starting of that particular chapter.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Cole's PoV Sunday 13th January 2019 ********************************** Tonight is going to be amazing. Me and Lacey have been invited to a big party as a late New Years celebration by one of our friends from school. They called it a New Years party but we all know that's just an excuse to get drunk and have sex and dance the night away. I'm not complaining though, I love sex and partying and getting drunk. Lacey is exactly the same but she is always more graceful with it all.