Mature Novels & Stories

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

I stood up from the table and so did Eric. "Nova, this is Eric," I said. Eric smiled and stuck out his hand for Nova to shake. "It's nice to finally meet you." Nova looked from his hand to his face and back again. "Aren't you a little young to be a science tutor?" Eric dropped his hand, sticking them into the front pockets of his jeans. "Just how old do you think I am?" "Twenty, maybe twenty one." "Wrong. I'm eighty four and counting. I've got eighteen grandkids and twenty nine cats."

"That woman should be ashamed of herself!" Miss Marcie said, a perpetual grimace ever present on her wrinkled brown face. Juicy wrapped the stiff piece of hair around the curling iron, expertly pumping the handle until there was a smooth curl bouncing beneath her fingertips. "What did that heffa do now?" Juicy asked, barely listening to the old woman's idle gossip. It was hard for her to focus when she had so much shit cluttering her head. Is that how Troy felt; head wanting to explode?

I said. “You just have to relax,” Terrence retorted. “I'll accompany you. You don't have to worry.” “I'm not worried, I'm just curious how that harvester monster appeared and we had to make it die in one stab,” I explained. Terrence chuckled lightly then rolled his arms over my stomach. He recounted that the harvester monster appeared because he inhaled the scent of each werewolf's mature body. At first I was curious about what a mature werewolf meant. But in the end I understood that what was meant by a mature werewolf was a werewolf who had never mated or knotted.

Aiden said to me grinning. “What?” I asked darting at Aiden. “Is there any issue with that?” Aiden asked in disarray. “No, I'm leaving, take care of the company,” I said in a mind link with Aiden and left without uttering a word. “How is this possible? that can't be my mate! He is an omega, he is very low from my ranking... I have to see the council for more investigation” I muttered to myself as I left the company to the pack council.

I pressed my mouth shut to stifle my heavy breathing. "I see you were just waiting for me to be killed by Lina!" Grandma glared at Mom, then pulled out a mirror to inspect herself. Her face looked ashen in the mirror. Even after slapping it hard for a long time, there was still no color in her cheeks. Grandma muttered, "A body that has lost its virginity is indeed useless. Not only can it not merge, but it also rots. Even perfume can't mask the stench of decay."

“Do you really care that much about age? Have I really turned so much older after ten years? Be frank with me!” Arianne instantly changed tact—frankly, she just wanted him to be quiet so that she could sleep a little bit longer. “What? N-No! Not at all, okay? You still look as young as back then. You haven’t aged; you’ve matured. In fact, you’ve matured into a kind of dependable, reliable man. I like you this way, and I don’t care about age. Seriously. Totally. Er, literally? Anyway, if I was lying, then may God smite me down!”

They all returned home subsequent to talking about their arrangements. Matt anticipated the sky to totally obscure as he remained alongside a close-by park, on that he hadn’t gone to since the time he was a child. Matt had forever been the lean child different children consistently menace. However, he couldn’t care less with regards to that the slightest bit. It doesn’t influence him. Since that way, he felt like he wasn’t undetectable.

"I smell a 'but' coming..." Mother looked amused, and then deliberately began, "However... you are no longer a child. In fact, not only are you legally of age, there are some who would say you've only now reached full maturity tonight. And in plain simple fact, I find it much easier to deal with adults than I do with children." "What are you saying?"

“They might not have turned yet.” “True, but that means my woman is going to be so damn young.” He groaned. “I’ll feel like a freaking pervert.” She chuckled. “Is that your problem? Feeling like a pervert?” “Wouldn’t you?” She thought about it. “I guess so. I hadn’t really thought about it.” “If my mate isn’t of age yet, that could mean yours isn’t either.” Maya rolled her eyes. “We do not need to have this conversation about mates right now, do we?”