Ebony Mature Novels & Stories

“How old are you again?” Eleanor hesitated, mentally checking her timeline, careful not to mix her current life with the past one. “Twenty-two,” Eleanor said. Matilda nodded. “Lucian’s twenty-three. Sebastian just turned twenty-four. And Damien… my eldest, he’s twenty-six.” Eleanor offered a polite smile, unsure of where the conversation was heading. But then Matilda’s expression changed. The corners of her mouth tightened. Her eyes dropped to her cup before drifting toward the distant window.

"Puppy love is nothing to be proud of.” Baby Zetty retorted, "It proves that I’m more mature than you." Jenson said, "Maturity is judged by a person’s progression of puberty, not by the degree of brain disability." Jenson's gaze fell on Baby Zetty's flat chest and he thought of Whitney’s curvaceous figure. "You aren’t even qualified to wear a bra yet and you call yourself mature?" Baby Zetty rolled into Mommy’s arms and complained. "Look at Jenson, Mommy. Who on earth can stand that poisonous tongue of his?”

Ebony replied "How generous of you and how long have you been doing this?" Marty asked "Since I was eight years old." Ebony responded "So you're telling me that conditions in Karma sector are so bad an eight year old had to go start raising other children in order for them to have a shot at survival?" Marty inquired. "Yes Sir." Ebony replied. "So would you say that Defence painted an accurate picture of your people and their culture?" Marty asked

Even though pregnant Goddesses were in high demand around that place. Ebony was beautiful in a way Amber never would be. A natural beauty with no make up and zero fucking effort involved. Her black skin gleamed, her tight bronze curls bounced around her face, her tits were perky, her body the perfect shape. Her chest bulged, her waist narrowed, then flowed into thick thighs and a teardrop ass women paid to have. Ebony had been a loyal friend and tough competitor over the few years Amber had known her since she came to the club. She was also honest and didn’t tend to sugarcoat things. That was a refreshing change in a world full of fake, backstabbing bitches.

She gave me a look from the side of her eye and rolled them, sighing loud enough for me to hear over the crash of the waves, and came running into the water. Ebony was my best friend growing up. Her and Jonas were always by my side. Jonas had been saved from an orphanage and bought to the pack when he was just a baby. As we got older Ebony was the first girl I kissed. We had both believed once we turned eighteen we would be fated to one another. As much as we had enjoyed each other’s bodies over the years we had never had sex. I wouldn’t ruin her chances of her being with her fated mate. Noone would claim her or choose her as their mate if she wasn’t a virgin. If we turned out not to be fate

Ebony cackled, “How’s that working out for you? You should be committed girl for not double dipping right now. You need your fucking head examined.” Ebony did partake in her wine. And she had so generously finished off the expensive bottle herself before she cut into her medium well steak and moaned liked she was just brought to orgasm. She’d ordered the most expensive things off the menu as Amber was paying. But it wasn’t like Amber couldn’t afford it now anyway.

I had about three minutes before the bell rang for class and thank goodness I made it, just as the bell rang. Throughout the class, Ebony kept going on about how she can feel our mate is near. I didn't realize until now that I would be getting a mate. How could I have completely forgotten about it? "You were too busy jumping up and down for joy because you finally got a wolf." Oh yeah and the part about my parents making googly eyes at each other. "Yes, I know I thought it was sweet that they still feel the same about each other after all this time," Ebony said.

“And when you do, your wolf will be the most incredible, gorgeous, powerful creature this pack has ever known.” “How are you so sure?” “I’m your mate. We know these things.” “But it’s taken so long,” I say. “I’m already eighteen, and I haven’t shifted.” Caleb points out the window of the cabin, where a huge pine tree stands, casting everything below it in shade. “See that tree?” I nod. “The big ones like that, the ones that dominate the forest, do you know how old they are?” “No. We don’t have forests like this out in Virginia.”

I always felt sorry for Damon when his mother left him, he had a perfect life with his father even before me and mom came into it, Alpha Marcus doted on him, and it shows. After a few minutes in silence, processing everything I had just said Ebony spoke again, “do you really think I am pretty enough for someone like Brad?” I was shocked. “Ebony are you mad? You are gorgeous!” And I meant it, she really was, she was fair skinned, with blue eyes, and natural red hair, she had curves in all the right places, not at all like me, you could iron your best shirt on my ass, she always dressed so sophisticatedly, with pencil skirts and tank tops, she really was a bombshell. “Ebony, I envy you! You ar

Eugenie was still young, and although the old lady was a bit unkempt, she did not seem nearly as old either. Filled with questions, Matthew learned more from Bellamy. It turned out that he began rapidly aging when he entered the forest. Some said it was the result of a broken heart, while others believed he had encountered the Forest Demon. No one knew the true cause.