Mature Novels & Stories

Why do I not have a mate at this age? I must tell you before proceeding further into my story and my life; do discard whatever lore you have heard and learned. My world is more different than anything you have come to know. Werewolves age slowly, and for that, our growth is slow as well. The age considered as mature in my lands is twenty-one for females, and twenty-five for males. The Goddess has made it so that our mates will always be older than us, and we do not mate until we have reached the required age.

"I'm sure." Chris chuckled. "You don't even know why men like mature women." "...I don't?" Chris said, "Men like mature women not because they're gentle and sensible but because they… know more." Paige curiously asked, "More about what?" Chris: "...What do you think?" Paige was at a loss for words. How would she know? "Oh..." Watching Paige's confused look, Chris said, "You don't understand." Except for lying flat like dried fish, she did not know anything.

Or maybe this time she flew to America with him, so he asked me to look after the house because I am a maid with three years of experience cleaning and tidying that villa. “You... are you sick?” I asked hesitantly, my hands clasped together. “Periodic health check.” “Can you...Can you ask someone else?” “Can not. I don't want strangers to come into my house. Bella, you still owe me and my mother.” My heart suddenly jumped and my eyes opened wide to look at the man across from me. His appearance now is very serious, no longer like a child, but more like an adult, mature, serious, ready to get married.

She was a great teacher when I needed help, but she had an edge of bitterness about her that made me curious about her life… and a little bit wary. “What happens when they… mature?” I knew from my time with Maya that maturing happened for wolves around sixteen years of age. But it was a physical and mental development stage that happened slightly differently with every wolf. When the other wolves sensed that one of the youngsters had reached maturity, they entered the hierarchy and were treated as adults from that day forward. No discussion. No transition.

“Introduce you? My father would have my head on a platter.” An expression I couldn't decipher crossed his face. “I don't think age should matter when two people are in love,” he said quietly. “It shouldn't,” I agreed. “but I'm not a fan of younger men. I like them older and wiser.” “If you're looking at maturity, you'd be surprised how mature a seventeen-year-old can be, compared to a thirty-year-old,” he said. “Right!” I shook my head with a small smile. “Let's get you home.”

Maeve The Sovereign Hunger stood in front of me. Not hidden. Not controlled. It was the curse carried by the strongest Alpha bloodlines, a violent, bottomless need that worsened when an Alpha reached maturity without a completed mate bond. Eventually, the wolf’s instincts consumed the man entirely, leaving behind nothing but hunger, possession, and the urge to destroy anything standing between him and what he wanted. And right now, Ronan wanted Darius dead. Darius lunged.

She added, raising her hands to pinch my cheeks but she couldn't get past my shoulders and I wasn't about to lower my head and let her do it. Catching her hands in mine, I lowered my head and pressed a kiss to her palms. "And of course, you had to grow into a mountain," she rolled her eyes, making me chuckle. "I'm a man now, Madre(mother). And too old for you to pinch my cheeks as you did back then when I was just a teenager.". I smiled, staring into her soft brown eyes. Her next move came unexpectedly. Removing her hands from my hold, she wrapped them around me, resting her head on my chest. I embraced her back.

She had been fully expecting a pimple faced youth, or perhaps a jock from her school and instead this was a man. An actual, real man. A very handsome man to boot. Margo shifted suggestively in her seat, curling her legs up underneath her instead as she twirled a dark curl around her finger, waiting for his rapt attention. He was going salt and pepper in the sides of his hair, but he couldn’t be that old. Certainly not her father's age but he wasn’t young either.

look Monica wanted, but I had also managed to keep that slight, human shadow in his eyes that only I knew how to find. ​"Hmm," Luke hummed, his face unreadable. ​"Actually, Luke," Mateo interrupted, leaning forward to get a better look at the screen. "It’s better than good. It’s exceptional." ​Luke’s jaw tightened. He turned his chair slightly to look at Mateo. "I didn't ask for your critique, Velez."

“Hey! You don’t get it, it’s all the rage now to date mature men! Furthermore, a mature man is not really an old man. Look at Director Zayn, he does look a little mature, right? He is only thirty-two years old. It’s when a man is at his most charming age! I want a mature man like that. I really want one.” “Tessa, introduce one to me please!”