Juventude Novels & Stories

Me: "Ok, it sounds good, but what do I have to do to win this role?" Father: "From the general description in the paper and the website, they need young studs of about your age to prance around in skimpy costumes as if they were fighters on a future earth that was no longer used to 'real men'. You end up in these ceremonial costumes the atomic war survivors give you, which show off your physique and your 'gifts' down below. As a result, the producers insist on actors who will be built like Mr. Universe, but also with 'units' of epic proportion. Now, if this sounds 'doable' we would have to immediately go to work on changing your physique from good to incredible. About the 'unit', I don't thi

Now I know why the nightmares came back, I scowled. It’s been 10 years, I’m 26 now, or I will be in a couple of weeks anyway, but I’m still haunted by the nightmares of the 16 year old that I used to be. I brought out my phone again and dialed a number, “ You’re a hard woman to find Devonne” Nathan said, I could almost picture him scowling, I chuckled.

This amused me. I pushed him away lightly; he seemed taken aback by this and stood gaping at me. I lay on the bed and rested my head on my hand, savoring the flustered look on his face. "Go back to where you came from, kiddo. Tell your boss that I don't fool around with minors," I said. I stretched out on the bed, crossing my long legs together. My thin skirt barely covered me. He seemed to panic when he heard me. He hurried over but couldn't bring himself to meet my gaze. "I'm of age, angel! I don't have a boss, either. I volunteered for this—I just wanted to be by your side."

“Kids are fun.” I don’t know about kids, but kids playing football? Yeah, sounds like a fun bunch. I’m not surprised Jude is into youth football leagues, though. He’s focusing on child psychology in his grad studies, after all. I dig into my breakfast while he showers, and I’m done by the time he’s done dressing. I rush to the bathroom to shower too. We leave the apartment a few minutes past eight. Jade’s still sleeping, making maximum use of her day off.

Steely resolve was called for. 'We didn’t have intimate discourse, because the idiot hadn’t bothered to get some condoms before soliciting my favours. You may or may not know or realise Vera that villagers in villages with no entertainment value, have to make their own. In Lower Butts, we screw. Young people, old people, everyone is at it. So, if one person gets an STD, we’ll all have it, unless someone breaks the chain. I do that. I’m like the rest of the village except, no condom or no recent STD clinic visit - no sex.'

Junior discovered from the book that the alternative name for smart fighting in the other world was NiNJA. After Junior had been with the old man for some time, the old man noticed that Junior was uninterested in food. He does not use alcohol, meat, or eat fish. Junior had been in the forest for three months and had surveyed the bush to see what things were in the forest. Junior's special passion was sex, therefore he began searching the forest for any opposite sex.

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Reuben's expression was far from the friendly one he wore at the premiere. Instead, it was twisted into a grotesque snarl. "What the hell's wrong with you pigs? Don't want to eat? Do you want to start a rebellion?" The teenagers huddled together, trembling. Reuben clicked his tongue and spoke in a certain direction. "Mr. Black, they won't eat. How should we edit this part?" Arthur's impatient voice echoed in the video. "Just hit them. Those animals will listen after a few rounds of beating."

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

I replied. “Case?” Jace picked up the document. “I mean the kid I want to work with first. I've thought about it and I can't get him out of my head. I think he needs help, Jace.” I replied, finally looking up at him. Jace looked at me and noticed the look on my face. He flipped through the few pages we had on the kid. “Zayn Mando,” Jace said, reading out the name. I nodded. “Sixteen. Has been in and out of Juve two times. Has poor attendance at the high school and hasn't been to school in a month. Gets into lots of fights.”