Every Last Word Age Rating Novels & Stories

I smiled sincerely and turned away from the prison. After seeing Vivian for the last time, I would never need to see her again in this life. She would disappear from my world forever. And my world would finally see the warmth of spring.

His voice was low and strained. "Mira, your mom woke up asking for the song." I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. "The Last Firework?" "The old version," he said. "The one you two made when you were little. She keeps saying she wants to hear it before she sleeps." My mother had been in hospice for three weeks.

Christian winced at the thought of being thirty three and I had no choice but to chuckle at his cute reaction. "You're getting old." I reminded him. "Yeah, sure." He joked. "It's going to be you very soon, so do not think you will be twenty eight forever." "You don't have to be jealous, it's a good thing." I said teasingly and he opened his mouth in surprise. "Jealous!" He exclaimed. "You are the one who should be jealous, not everyone gets to thirty three. People die before they get to thirty three.' "What?" I chuckled lightly. "Is that what you are clapping back with? That's so low mister." I said, tucking my tongue between my teeth and not missing the way his gaze followed it.

I mumbled under my breath so she wouldn’t hear. “Rebecca I didn’t know it was possible, your beauty is like no other, you look stunning.” Breaking the silence with my deep voice as I try my best to hide the lust in my tone. “Shall we?” I asked as I extended my hand to help her in the car. As I helped her in the car I chanted in my head “she’s off limits, off limits, off limits!” This was going to be the longest dinner of my life.

Irene The silence after my words stretches long and heavy. You could hear dust fall in this chamber. Twelve Elders — the oldest wolves in existence — stare at me as if they’ve forgotten how to breathe. Finally, the eldest finds his voice, low and dangerous. “You summon us, child, and speak of peace and war as if they are yours to command?” I meet his gaze without flinching. “Not mine,” I say softly. “Hers.” Murmurs break like waves. Some scoff, others lean forward, the air crackling with disbelief.

Before I spit out the last words I said that night, I watched his eyes widen in dread. “This will be the last.”

Fiona was a very interesting movie which was loved by everyone in the country and internationally but it was eighty percent rated eighteen so she didn't bother watching it all because of said daughter. “Fiona." Miesa replied without looking at her mother. Elyon snatched the remote from her and turned off the TV causing Miesa to groan in frustration. “You’re not supposed to watch that. It’s rated 18.” She scolded her. “Meaning?.” Miesa frowned. "Speak english mom.” Elyon rolled her eyes. “It’s for adults, not babies like you.” She stated. “So? I like it.” Miesa shrugged nonchalantly.

“You will. You can’t because I’m not your teacher.” “If you listen to *Alice in Pleasureland*, why not ask her how to win over a teen?” “Because it’s for 18+. I wasn’t allowed to participate.” “You know you don’t have to prove your age, right? It’s all by phone… voice.” “I’d be breaking the rules.” “You’re weird, almost-teenager. But I get it… *Alice in Pleasureland* is sexual, not sensual. To win over an 18-year-old guy, like I assume he is, you need to be sensual.”

“I was imagining you growing old. Oh my, aren't you old? How old are you now?" “Nice try, but I won't be provoked into telling you how old I am. You'll have to dissect my brain if you want to know how old I am now.” "So, you're going to keep your age a secret from me forever? God, I can't believe I'm going to marry this strange species." “Language.” “Before this baby is born, I will satisfy myself with as many dirty words as possible, because I won't possibly do that again when I become a mother. I will not let my child learn dirty words at an early age."