Forbidden Teens Novels & Stories

I shook my head desperately, but another thrust of his three thick fingers made my knees buckle. The bus rolled on into the night, completely unaware that an innocent eighteen-year-old schoolgirl was being brutally molested and humiliated in plain sight—her thong ruined, her pussy stretched, and her dignity slowly crumbling with every wet, filthy thrust of the old pervert’s fingers.

"Long,long ago, there was a hermit who lived deep in the heart of the swamp. His life was a simple one, he loved the swamp and its solitude. But he hated adults and children alike, and he despised TEENAGERS. He considered them a lousy bunch of overgrown kids who loved noise. Then civilization grew, cities and towns were built but no one bothered about the swamp. It was uninhabitable, they said. One day a bunch of teenagers decided it would be fun to go camping in the swamp. You know how teenagers are, they made a lot of noise, drank alcohol, smoked weed and made a mess everywhere. The hermit was upset cos of their actions and decided to teach them a lesson. Due to his absence from civilizati

Dave and Zoe said in unison. "Those 3 guys are the founders, owners, stakeholders and whatever else kind of ownership there is of the Bad Boys Club." At this Annabel Reed's eyes came up from her book "I said no talking! " she looked at me "I heard you got into trouble at English today? You should learn to do more than drool over people who will laugh at you after pranking you and get your nose buried in your book." The poor juniors seating with us flinched at the sight of their head girl's rage but if Annabel Reed noticed it she didn't say anything about it. With her never smiling face and commanding tone my guess is she grew up in a military base.

After applying finishing spray I started brushing my long curly ember hair when phone began to ding incessantly on the bathroom counter. After picking up the phone the dread I already felt in my heart was amplified. It was my best friend Jesse wishing me a happy birthday but I for the life of me couldn’t understand what an 18 year old girl had to be happy about. When a woman turns 18 she is mated for life, she’d be made to quit school, produce children and satisfy their mates every need and urge. That’s all a woman was good for in this town and I’d be damned if I was going to sit down and shut up about it. In fact I’ve been talking about it for years, openly cursing the idea and outdated pra

"That's exactly why you need to stay away from them. They may seem cool now, but they're planning something dangerous. I overheard some villagers talking about it." Her sons looked at each other in confusion. "What are they planning, mom?" "I don't know, but it can't be good. Kael and his gang are known for being ruthless. I don't want you getting involved in anything that could put you in danger," Freya replied firmly. "But mom, we want to be part of Kael's gang. We want to be like him and his boys. They're strong and respected," Finn said, his eyes pleading with his mother.

Suddenly, her expression changed as she turned the page of the newspaper she was reading. "What is it?" I asked, slowly swallowing a piece of bread. "It says in the newspaper that yesterday afternoon the bodies of three teenagers were found dead in Tollymore Forest" she said. "Too bad" I simply replied. "Yes, but that's not what's strange. The wounds are all identical and look like those caused by an animal" she said. "Let me see" I said, leaning over to her in a hurry. "What kind of animal can cause such deep wounds?" she asked.

They recited their vows, promising love, loyalty, and forever. Then, just as they reached the final promises, a video exploded across social media. The setting was a high school restroom, the footage grainy but clear enough. Five teenagers were gathered, and right at the center was a younger, unmistakable Vivian, sneering as she led the group surrounding a girl curled up on the floor. "Trying to steal my boyfriend, huh? Do you have a death wish?" Vivian taunted, her face a mix of rage and satisfaction. The girl on the ground, bruised and trembling, whimpered, "I didn't! I just borrowed his pen. Please, let me go!"

she said, gesturing towards the little boy. He hit her on the thigh, screaming “Mom!” Sarah chuckled, ruffling his hair. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” she said soothingly. “He not fond of people, but is surprisingly fond of Marco Rossi. He doesn’t associate with people and doesn’t even talk to people. He’s so withdrawn, and doesn’t talk to anyone except me, my mom, and Marco. He’ll make a fuss if I leave him with somebody else, and I don’t even trust anyone with him. So when I can’t keep him with my mom, I always bring him to work. Then he runs off to Marco if he sees him. Now, I don’t know what to do. I wasn’t on duty today, but I got called in, so he can’t be with me completely.” Sarah’s voice wa

She read the words one after the other; as her finger touched a part of the words, a secret hole opened, revealing a large book. Chloe was standing behind her, curious of what's happening She carried it, blow on it as the book was covered in dust. Chloe handed her a cloth and dusted it with it. The first thing her eye catches was the words on the front cover, "Forbidden" She read slowly.

“Did you kill someone? Did the vampire hunters find you and are they after you now?” “No, no and no. I didn’t kill anyone, vampire hunters didn’t find me and they are not after me,” I assured him. “Just let me explain.” I took him a deep breath and continued. “There was one pretty girl. A beautiful red haired girl. She’s young but if she was at the club, then that mean she was legal, right?” “No. She could he under 21. Under 18 even. There are fake IDs, you know,” he said with a shake of his head.