Heartstopper Book Age Rating Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 30 FAVOR WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

CHAPTER 82 BOOKSTORE WARNING! EXTREMELY SPECIFIC AND DEFINED AS HELL !!!! SEXUAL !!!! CONTENT !!! HANDLE YOUR OWN EMOTIONS AND REACTIONS. THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS HEAVY (GORE, SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE!

WARNING: This book is tagged 18+ as it contains mature content, and also some words or emotions that might make you a bit uncomfortable. Also, the Author is not a medical student and some medical terms might be incorrect, so please note that this is a fiction. I will make the book interesting but I can't promise there won't be some mistakes. Thank you. *************

It was the middle of Lily's freshman year of high school, and she had just moved into a new neighborhood when she met a kind, tall guy named Joe. A year and a half older and a sophomore, he was tall for his age, and he towered over her by a foot. They met at the bus stop as Joe lived down the street from her, and she had caught his eye immediately with her long, light, blonde hair, and bright red lipstick.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

I moaned into his mouth, the sound echoing in the empty library. He broke the kiss, breathing heavy, but didn’t pull away. “We can’t.” “Yeah we definitely can’t, ” I said, with a mocking face. “Because this is so wrong.” I whispered, seductively but my hands were already unbuttoning his shirt, fingers tracing the tattoos on his chest, dark and detailed. He didn’t stop. Instead, he spun me around, my front, pressing hard against his desk, his body trapping mine beneath him “You’re even naughtier than I thought.”

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

He swept her into his arms and rushed away without looking back. The crowd's stares seared my skin. I forced myself upright, my knees trembling so violently I could hardly stand. … Back home, I headed straight for Ryan's study. I keyed in Olivia's birthday and heard the safe click open. I braced myself for whatever I might uncover. To my surprise, I felt nothing at all. Inside, there were no treasures, just a single document. I pulled it out. Even after everything that had happened, seeing the proof with my own eyes still made my chest tighten, as if an old wound had been torn open again.

"Then fuck me. Pound me into the bed; make me scream." Jim moved up and over me. I pulled my legs back and opened. We kissed, and I tasted myself. I've wondered about another woman. I'm definitely interested, but I can't seem to find the girl or guy who is just right. Jim paused, his cock nestled at my entrance, his lips brushing mine as I whispered. "We should be quiet." "Lexi is eighteen. Roger is twenty. It's time they learned that love is noisy, wet, and sweaty."

That is intentional and frankly the point. Please take care of yourself while reading. It is okay to put the book down, to step away, breathe, and come back only when you are ready. If you choose not to come back at all, I understand that too. Your mental health and your comfort matter infinitely more than any chapter I have written. This book is strictly for readers 18 and above. You have been warned, darling. What happens next is on you. — ¶ ¶ — POINT OF VIEW