Ebony Mature Novels & Stories

And still just as annoying as fuck it seemed. “I wanted it to be a surprise. But seems the surprise was on fuckin’ me. You’re cleaning all this shit up bitch.” Ebony rolled her eyes and made herself comfortable on the edge of the bed. “So tell me everything bitch. Which old geezer had the biggest dick? Did they prefer to fuck you with their dentures in?” she cackled. “I may have only made it through tenth fucking grade, but even I know your ass hasn’t been gone a year.”

Just as I was about to say something, I heard a growl. “Ebony, please talk to me. Don’t run away again.” Shad said. “Ebony, do you know him?” Aria asked her. “Unfortunately. He’s my mate.” Ebony said with a sigh. “Oh, wow, what did he do?” Aria asked. “He was making out with another she wolf when I found him. He didn’t even stop when he saw me. It took him a whole ten minutes to push her away to come and find me.” Ebony said, her wolf was starting to show in her eyes.

Amberleigh raised a toast and clinked her glass to Ebony’s. Ebony was an aerialist who also worked The Circus Room. And the girl was gorgeous, with gleaming dark skin, springy, tight curls, cheekbones sharp enough to cut, perky pear- shaped breasts that could poke your eye out, and long legs that seemed to never end. Amber envied more than one feature on the dark Goddesses’ body and she had seen them all. And had tasted many.

“I am 473 years old.” “Woah, you’re that old?!” Johan exclaimed as he stared at the Dryad who looked no older than 20. “We are long lived,” was Eury’s short reply. “Even so, Dorin is still too young to know about that stuff...” “I do know about reproduction,” Dorin interrupted Mordecai. “Mother always said that I should have lots of children with – “ “Dorin, this is not the time.” Eirian stared at Dorin, her voice raising.

I heard he used to be a bad party boy but he changed so much after finding his mate. Something stirs in my heart when I think of mates. Why does Ebony come to mind? I'm not supposed to know until I'm eighteen but why do I feel so sure? I know better than to ask about it since Ebony is just a girl in my dreams. She can't possibly be real!

She must have patience and learn some grace. Ebony didn’t know if she would ever develop the grace her spoke of. It wasn’t something she saw going with talking with squirrels and deer no matter what children’s movie princesses claim. Ebony wasn’t a princess. When she left the theater after seeing the movie Ebony wasn’t sure if she could relate as the princess or the animals. It was confusing to say the least. She’d been eight years old and unable to say anything as there were humans around them and their existence was still intact.

Sapphire felt a form of weird acceptance, even from this distance. “Okay, finally we have the eldest of your litter. Ebony. She’s the outdoorsy type, loving plants, and small animals. So, let’s find her a guy that enjoys hiking in the woods and long walks on the beach.” When they spoke of litters, they weren’t making light of a multiple birth. Shifters had multiple births.

“Excited for your birthday tomorrow?” I can’t help but smile and nod. “Of course! I’ll finally be eighteen, and you can’t tease me about still being a kid.” I chuckle. “I do know one thing for a fact—you’ll be the one to give me my favorite birthday present.” Ebony laughs softly and shakes her head. “You don’t even know if I’ve gotten you anything yet.” She smiles and motions for me to follow. “Come on, let’s go on our early run so you can get back to your lessons.”

Elysia tells him not to treat us that way. “They were taking too long and walking too slow,” Drake whines. I slap his chest as I sit down beside Dray. I slap his arm since he is still laughing at his brother and me. My two boys are ridiculous. I ask Ebony if she has found her mate yet, and she says she has not. She does tell us that she just turned 18 two weeks ago.

Evonne paused for a moment before she smiled and said, “Not after you get used to it.” “By right, you should be much older than I am if you’re the same age as Elijah.” “But you’re not very emotionally mature… Perhaps it’s because you’ve been so sheltered?” “Thomas Yoder, perhaps you’ll understand that enduring things yourself is a sign of maturity when you encounter lots of complicated matters in the future.” “You’re the first person who’s ever called themselves mature in front of me.” Thomas shrugged. “It’s okay if you don’t want to talk about it.”