Mature Novels & Stories

Miral muttered and got into her car. It was 11:30 at night when Miral got out of her car, holding a beer bottle and entered the house. Sakshi was in the living room and she noticed Miral. She quickly walked towards her and held her hand. "Miral? You're drunk? Again?" She questioned in an irritated voice. "Mumma! Chill. I just had a pint. It doesn't affect me, I am still in my senses," Miral replied. "Why do you drink so much?" Sakshi spoke in an irritated tone.

I fancied I could almost taste it's tangy taste on my tongue. Finally, three dark blue SUVs pulled into the driveway and I could see them from my vantage point where I was staring at the window, wringing my clothes between my fingers. My mother gasped audibly and Agatha made a sign of cross. Even my father looked mildly impressed. A shocked expression was written over Marcus face and Theophilus actually smiled. It was a smile of admiration. I think deep down in all of our hearts_jaded or not_we all think they wouldn't go through with this plan.

“My God, I don't think I've played that game since college, and frankly I'd like to keep it that way because some memories should remain buried.” “Perfect,” Maddie declared, pointing at him as though he'd accidentally strengthened her argument. “The greatest tragedy of adulthood is that everyone eventually convinces themselves they've become mature, emotionally evolved, and far too sophisticated for bad decisions, when in reality most people desperately need to do something stupid every once in a while for the sake of their mental health.”

Janet stood on the rooftop of her apartment building, staring at the city skyline in the distance. The cool breeze brushed against her face, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. It was the end of summer, and the leaves were beginning to turn from green to golden yellow, signaling the arrival of fall. She had always loved this time of year—the crisp air, the colors, the sense of change. But this year was different. This year, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to happen, something big.She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, letting the wind ruffle her hair. When she opened them again, she saw a figure standing at the door that led to the stairs."Hey," De

boring… ‘Is that how she feels about me? Marcus felt a sharp pain, as if someone had stabbed his heart with an ice pick. Before, he never thought that he would be associated with these three adjectives. The elders would call him stable, the girls he met said he was mature. Is being stable and mature a synonym for "old-fashioned"? He suddenly thought of her childhood friend he saw that night, how youthful his dressing was, that he looked like a twenty-year-old youngster. When she was with him, she was beaming when she talked.

I knew that she hadn't told anybody about my marriage situation but i was hesitant to start the night with my problems. "Let's just drink and have a good time. All that can come at a later time. I just wanna enjoy y'all company. It's been awhile since we all been together." I replied. See Kita was a stay at home mom. She had just had her first baby girl a couple months ago. Sheka was a nurse so her shifts was always long with barely anytime off. Jessica was a school teacher. She was always writing lesson plans or grading papers. All of us was doing good. We all needed this time. "Let's get some drinks first. I want a marguarita." Jessica said. That was our signature drink. Once the waitress

“I thought you would need these, Lotty.” “How did you go?” I ask. She grins as excited as Lotty was when she saw me. “Sometimes lectures are just what’s needed. I haven’t felt this good after a v-e-r-b-a-l b-e-a-t-i-n-g, in a long time” I laugh. I love it when she spells things out. She does not know that Lotty knows how to spell. Lotty is a talented wolf for a three and half-year-old. Wolves naturally grow far quicker than humans, but maturity doesn’t match our age. Except for white wolves, we grow and mature quickly. Lotty is a three-year-old with a ten-year-old maturity level.

Cain Cadell I knew moving to Midwick was a good start. The town held a strong connection to almost all kinds of supernatural, it only made sense that I make it the place I rule from. I know I still have plenty of fights, maybe even wars, before I become a Lycan. "Perhaps tonight you'll finally find your mate." Daniel Braxton, my Beta and best friend, said as he came to stand next to me on the balcony. "You haven't lost hope yet?" I shook my head, "I will be thirty in a few months, Daniel. No wolf goes that long without their mate if they were ever meant to have one."

She grabbed a sugar-packed out of the holder on the table and started twisting and pulling at the packet. “You keep doing that, we’re going to have sugar all over this table,” Tris said mildly. “Just start, the words will come as you need them.” “So, you know I’m three right.” Tris nodded. “And you know we age different, usually. But that my mom, you know, she’s like a different kind of wolf. So, grandma has been checking on me. And we’ll I’m aging differently even than usual. Grandma still has to talk to my moms, but there’s so much going on.” Addi shrugged. “See, with mom’s blood, you know, mom A, Amber, my wolf has matured. Where Pax, my friend, is like two

Or were you saying that it’s not exactly it either? /Mm. I wanted to say that it’s something like that. Mine’s more of the sudden change in age and maturity. I grew up with the original soul through different worlds. It's not very long each time, but it's enough for me to get used to him acting with... A certain maturity. So, his current self just feels a little... Jarring at times./ [So, in a way, it’s also down to your cup of tea?] /I guess so… It’s like a combination of both./