Coming Of Age Stories Novels & Stories

“You just got here. When are you coming again? Next week? Tomorrow? Please say you’ll come back soon. I finally have a friend who gets me.” I laughed, hugging her. “I’ll come back, I promise. This was really fun.” As we walked downstairs together, Bruce was already waiting near the front door, car keys in his hand. He offered to drop me off since it was getting dark. Anna lit up with another idea right before I stepped outside. “Wait! This weekend is my 18th birthday. We’re doing a small dinner at home, it's just me, Dad and now you. Please say you’ll come, Mira. It’ll be boring with just the two of us. I want you there.”

Eighteen is a special birthday for many. My eighteenth birthday is special for different reasons than one would think. Eighteen signifies adulthood, but I’m not so sure adulthood is important to an immortal. It’s not even that I have all the time in the world to grow up. Ever since I started going on missions with my dad at fourteen, I’ve grown up. When you learn to reap souls, and one of your grandfathers is Death, well, you grow up on faster.

I have a rehearsed story that I tell people and it's that exact story that they'll find out if they decide to do some digging. “There's not much to tell, my name is Natalie Edmund, I'm an only child, I grew up in Denver, I never knew my father and I lost my mother when I just turned eighteen. I went through a rebellious stage after she died and I ended up pregnant and that was the wake up call that I needed. I enrolled back into school, I went to school through my pregnancy and the boys came at the right time, they came at the start of summer break, so I had three months rest and by the time school resumed I was able to enroll them into a training center for young wolves.

Time passed tediously for young Vione. There were many tasks she had to accomplish lately. Most importantly, she had to prepare for the coming-of-age ceremony that would take place later that night. As a werewolf, the coming-of-age ceremony was the most important thing, like an important milestone in one's life. Therefore, the coming-of-age ceremony was a tradition that had been practiced for centuries, marking the transition from adolescence to adulthood. On this night, they would be blessed by the Sacred Elder, and then they would transform into wolves for the first time.

Those stories of wars were just myths to them, unless someone brought you in, like Cassandra. Just when I’m ready to give up, I find a story from around twenty years ago about a teenager saving a woman from a monstrous beast.

She whispered. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back. My mind took me back to the day of my eighteenth birthday. I had just started walking around by my own after I recovered from taking a knife to the heart, both literally and metaphorically. There was no big celebration for my coming of age, the gated weren't even open to a single person who had wanted to wish their prince a goo day.

' She blushed. 'You know about life and I ‘m sure you can guess how the hormones build up in girls’ boarding schools. You get a crush on an older girl, who decides to use her power over you. The points are set and the train is in motion - no stopping at stations any more. Nowadays we call it grooming and then abuse and it was disgusting - that is until the day when I was the older girl. You become so desperate. Boarding school oozes hormones from every pore, but nothing is allowed, for obvious reasons. We all need a little tenderness and love, and so it starts. It seems acceptable if everyone is at it. It must be worse for boys than girls. The taboo for girls is not as clearly defined.'

He had been told that things would be different when he got there, but he still had trouble believing it. He had been told that when he got there the old rules of high school wouldn’t apply and that girls might notice him - really notice him. That was perhaps what he hoped for the most. At 19 he felt that he was too old to still be a virgin. Yet there he was.

Warning: 18+ only. Featuring hardcore taboo and age-gap erotica. This is an erotic boxset containing twelve stories of irresistible steam, steam, fun, and naughty stories. If you're not up to eighteen, this book is not for you. Get ready to be intrigued. To feel. To...sin. ---------- “I made myself tight for Big Daddy,” she leans up and whispers in my ear. “Every morning and night, I clenched it really tight, released, clenched, released…”

Some were so old they were little more than hollow, insect-eaten fragments. Grandma was the village chief, ruling over everything without challenge. No one dared to defy her. My eldest sister, Lily, was about to turn 18. Soon, it would be time for her coming-of-age ceremony. However, Grandma, who had always doted on her, had forbidden her from attending. When my sister tried to protest, she was struck across the face. "Enough! I said you're not going, and that's final." Even though Grandma was 99 years old, her strength had not left her. Lily's cheek swelled almost immediately.