Growth Novels & Stories

he wrote in his journal, “Only when the tide goes out do you discover who’s been swimming naked. True value doesn’t lie in height—it lies in…” He paused, then added: “…Okay fine, I still want to grow 5 more centimeters.” Three months later, one morning in the bathroom, Takuto let out a scream. He had reached a shelf he could never reach before. He frantically grabbed a tape measure— 0.5 centimeters taller! Overnight! “Time to reassess the growth curve,” he muttered, updating his Excel spreadsheet,

She said: "Maren sent me the documentation three days ago." Nyra said: "I know. I told her to." She said: "Fourteen units." Nyra said: "As of this week. She has added two since the birthday." She said: "At what rate is she developing new units." Nyra said: "Approximately two per week when she is encountering new concepts that her existing vocabulary cannot carry." She said: "What concepts are triggering new units." Nyra said: "Complex relational concepts. The relationship between observation and knowledge.

It was only five in the afternoon, but with the sky closing up, it was late, day turning into night. I changed into long sweatpants and a shirt. I looked like I was ready for bed, but as the days passed, the air turned more fabulous, and soon we would be in autumn. No longer was I going to be able to wear shorts, and in just a couple of days, my tan would be gone. I would turn into the pasty-looking child I was while growing up. The loud sound of vibration on my night table caught my attention. The screen said Westbrook Inc., so I quickly picked up.

--- --- Without letting it shift her. And that alone— --- Said everything. --- --- She locked her phone. --- --- Set it back on the table. --- --- And for a moment— --- She just stood there. --- --- Not reacting. --- --- Not rushing to respond. --- --- Not avoiding it either. --- --- Just… present. --- --- Because growth doesn’t mean pretending something doesn’t affect you. --- --- It means choosing how you respond when it does. --- --- She walked back to her canvas. --- ---

Forward. Forward.

All the tension between us, all the waiting is suddenly released in a mess of passionate movements. I tug at the fabric on his back, wishing it would just fall apart in my fingers. Sensing my want, thought leans backward, reaching up to tug the shirt over his head, revealing that perfectly sculpted body. My fingers immediately go to explore, feeling each bump of hardened muscle beneath my skin.

“Oh, yeah. That happens.” “It does?” “Yeah, yours is bigger, too.” “It is?!” I wanted to leap out of the bed and rush to the mirror, but Cain chuckled and pulled me back down against his side. “The claiming marks grow as we grow, Kelsie. The closer we become, the more we stand for each other, the further it will spread.” “We can get closer than this?” I asked, hush. He turned his head again to meet my eyes. “Yeah, babe. We’ll never stop growing. At least, I hope we won’t.”

I walk up to my mom and say “the new trees are doing well, almost too well. They are already starting to flower. “ “That’s weird we only just planted them a month ago they shouldn’t be flowering until at least next year.” She said questioningly. “Maybe your powers are getting stronger, and we didn’t realize.” It is possible, but I have been in complete control of my powers since I was a young child, and I could always feel them growing in the past and nothing seemed out of place. Usually by the time witches are teenagers their powers have grown to their full extent. It’s been a long day in the sunshine.

I said as I grabbed her hand and pulled her to the training grounds. After many hours on the grounds where the rest of the pack watched us in amusement, I did indeed learn how to vanish just like Willow. We also discovered that we both had increased in strength tenfold and were faster than any other wolf. I loved the feeling, knowing that I would be able to protect my mate, family and my pack from practically everything.

"But what if I don't want to be a wolf? How do I stop it from happening after the baby is born? I can't stay pregnant forever." Flopping on the bed beside the one she perched on, Marc reached over and snagged a fry, startling her. "Oh, it's not that bad. So you'll turn furry once a month. You'll also be stronger, faster, and more resilient." "Hairy, fanged, and scary," she retorted. "And if you get caught in the rain, your whole house will smell like wet dog," Trent added. "Get over it. You can't change it, so either embrace it or learn to live with it."