Growing Pains Novels & Stories

When he was a kid, he had a round face, and a good bit of baby fat on him. Once Dillon hit thirteen though, his growth exploded. Over the next few years, Dillon had a couple growth spurts. The second of which boosted him to five foot nine inches and one hundred seventy pounds by the time he finished freshman year. He had also lost a good twenty pounds and had put on some nice muscle. Since he had shot up in height so fast, Dillon didn't know what to do with the newfound body mass. This made him very gangly and awkward at times, which he was quite embarrassed about. He was very accident prone.

His leg was starting to ache, the connecting (false) joint would move every time he turned, leading to a pulsing pain echoing up what was left of the actual joint. Bo easily recognized the fact that he should take a break, the feeling all too familiar in his leg; he’d been on his feet for far too long, and if he didn’t pause for just a moment he would crash. But he was nearly finished with the soup, and he couldn’t help but feel the need to finish what he was doing.

Sweet Sally, my legs! Little patches of scales started to grow on my legs as the skin on either leg started growing towards the other. The pain was out of this world and my vision blacked out more than once. My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself.

I asked. "We were looking for you; there were so many people. Your so tiny that we couldn't find you around all these big people." Said Rex teasingly. I huffed and crossed my hand over my chest! I was not tiny! I was only nine years old and hadn't hit puberty yet, so my growth hormones could start working faster. Did they not know anything about wolf biology, and they act as if I'm a baby that doesn't know anything. "I'm going to tell prince Kayden and Prince Jayden you guys are being mean to me, then you'll get grounded," I said

“Mom! Mom! Sissy is shifting!” My mom comes running out the back door. “Marcella?” Mom kneels beside me. “It doesn’t hurt mom,” I say as hair continues to grow all over me. Then my spine snaps, sending a blinding pain straight to my head. Now, I am screaming! This hurts! My hips pop out of place and my legs get longer as my shoulders pop and my arms get wider and longer. “Mommy!” “I know, don’t fight, it. Just breathe, my big brave girl. You are so beautiful!” Mom gasps when I look at her.

"It was just a thought. I'm trying to get back on my feet to at least be able to provide for my family." "I see." He nodded, "But at what cost?" "I don't think I understand." "Let me explain with this analogy," He sat up on his seat, placing his elbows on the table between us. I watched him closely. "Now, you are a parent. And like every parent, the growth of your child is very crucial. If God forbid, your baby girl stops growing at this age, you get very worried and begin to seek medical help for her right?" I nodded, "Yes."

Dean asked. “Just like he needs to learn in order to be able to rely on himself in the future. He needs to get hurt in order for his body to learn to protect itself. A slight fever or a cold, or even a stomach ache. Ever so slowly, and with each blow he takes, he learns what it’s like to be in pain, and how to express and deal with it. And also his body gains the immunity for him to be strong when he grows up.” She explained. “Although those are all things we all know. It’s interesting how you view them like this now. I would’ve never thought about it like this,” He mumbled.

Chapter 162 "Have you noticed that our child is getting bigger?" Connor said one morning. They had just woken up from a very long nap and Annah chuckled when she heard this because in fact, it was true. She had noticed it before and she was just happy that their child was growing bigger by the day which was a sign of good health. There were several things she was grateful for and that was one of them. The ability for a child to grow up normally was something that not every child was fortunate to have and in that moment, she was just glad that her child was okay and was developing normally.

V "I used to play everywhere. I was just eight I remember when I woke up every morning, all I thought of was the games I would win, the friends I would make, eating mom's delicious meals and sleeping. That was all my days were all about. I was young. Extremely innocent, free spirited like a butterfly and couldn’t harm an ant.I was fragile, young, stupid but happy. Then one day I made a wish: to grow older and stronger. I saw mummy cry and wished I was stronger to defend her. What I didn’t know then was that my growth will steal my innocence, curb my free wings and hold me a prisoner of my own desires. I didn’t know growing up meant more responsibilities and better routine than just play, eat

My heart seems to be exhausted, numb, nothing hurts more and my tears are already gone, and I can't even cry anymore. How I wish I could still go back to the time when we're still complete. At some point of my life, I wish I didn't grow. Once in my life, I thought I should never grow. Because as I get older, the more things I can barely stand, the bigger the problems I face. It's hard, it's hard to be an adult.