Juventude Novels & Stories

Jace jogs up, towel slung over his shoulder, grin already in place like he’s about to poke a bruise. “Got a minute, Alpha?” he asks. “Always,” I say, tossing my gloves aside. “What’s rattling around in that head?” He gestures toward the younger warriors stretching along the fence. “I’ve been thinking. About the juveniles. Ten to sixteen. We should start something for them.” I study him, the grin fading as I weigh the idea. Cubs, my Lycan murmurs, ears pricking. They need teeth before the hunt comes to the den.

“Depends on if you’re asking me, or my checking account.” That elicited a laugh as Mitch hopped into the driver’s seat and smoothly started up the old Cherokee before they both buckled up. “Man, I can’t believe you’ve still got this old beast on the road.” The awe was clear in her voice, no trace of teasing to be found. She remembered well just how much it had meant to him to be given the Jeep on his 16th birthday, the pride he’d taken in it before he even started driving. How every Saturday morning, he’d carefully and lovingly washed and waxed the old Blue Monster, without fail, to work against the effects of the ever-present sand and salt. It had paid off, too; the thing looked almost mint

"You didn’t even ask how I feel." Patricia glared at her directly. “The way you feel does not make any difference.” Ava closed her eyes and cried, but wiped them. “It does not feel like my life anymore.” The voice of Patricia grew a little milder. "This is your life now. You must deal with it with force.” Ava said, “It feels as though I were fading away.” Patricia drew herself again. "You’re not disappearing. You are making the transition to adulthood.

With another person. Molly vouched to give her children the privilege to make decisions when they are young. The fact that 'tonight they are young' doesn't mean she would not grow. The only problem was that they had to live that state of their life once, and once it's over, everything they had ever work would perish.

So we walked across the dimly lit room, filled with half-naked girls and horny, money-grubbing men, and sat down at one of the tables, where one of the waiters soon came over to serve me a whiskey and her a martini. A lot of things were happening in Juliane's life. She had finally managed to save enough money to buy her own house and she seemed very excited about it, although I couldn't concentrate on even half of what she said. My mind insisted on taking me back to Ravena. I could clearly visualize her lying on that bed, half-naked, beautiful, full of desire. It was definitely in her arms that I wanted to be, but I shouldn't. I needed to do the right thing, which was to stay away from her,

that gets my attention and I walk to him standing up in my full height at 5'5 my heels making me feel taller than I am. He bites his lips looking at me from my toes to my cute cat ears he has never looked at me sexually or anything like that to him I am an abomination since I am mixed his words not mine " You will give me the money " Yes I will Jude is not handsome in a classical way he has a broken nose he's pale he has obsidian hair but he has a body of a magic Mike dancer if you have seen one not big just lean enough to have the six pack my friend Carmen has a bit of a crush on him.

"It's a good ball, but it's a little hard, and I don't like the cushioning of my arm hurts.” "You teach me." "What are you studying for? I've never seen you passionate about these sports. You're weak like a lollipop, and you're always lazy to learn how to exercise. What toxic wind hits you?" "Teaching or not teaching?" "Taught for you, who would say no." Rosabella and Jonathan like to joke around. They've known each other since childhood and grew up together, so there's never been any gap between them.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

"For how long have you been in this school? I asked. "I started as a grade 7 students in this school" He said then I wowed again though we're apparently in grade 8. Don't get it twisted, 'GRADES' is an American education system to identify a junior high school student. We walked into the Court room casually. Then I saw the two different groups that has engaged in the competition few minutes back. The Court room were tensed up as people were mumbling. then I overheard a voice yelling. "Hey loser, what are you doing here, go get your freaking losers out here" the strange voice said then people laughed out loud.