Mature Novels & Stories

Turning around to face him, I crossed my arms over my chest. "Look, it seems you don't know a thing about werewolf stuff, so let me educate you. Eighteen is not a child, it's a fruitful age. When she-wolves turn eighteen, they can find their mate and bear a pup. Child wouldn't do that, right? So again, I'm not a child, I'm an adult." He copied my stance, crossing his arms on his chest and my eyes betrayed me for looking at his biceps as it tightened. Damn, why does that look so good?

The need to evaluate, break things down to a molecular level wins. Especially with the snap of my teeth being hard enough to crack one. For what? The mediocre relief I’ll get from cumming? Getting off is required maintenance once we hit Consent. One most guys discover in Growth and are all but obsessed with by the time we’re considered mature enough to have ‘relations’. Why is Mainland garble in my head at the moment?

Mason retorted arrogantly. "That might be true for some, but not for me. I’m too old for such relationships. I prefer men who are mature and stable." I could sense that Mason, accustomed to attention for his wealth and looks, was not used to being turned down. My rejection seemed to take him by surprise. "Mature, you say? Like my cousin, who’s thirty but always has a poker face and is cold to pretty girls? Is that your idea of maturity and stability?" Mason asked, looking genuinely perplexed.

Zared raised his brows in surprise as she spat her reply. "You're not a kid? is that what you think? that you're so old and mature? " "I am, I know I'm just 18 but I know everything, I am mature enough" "Mature.... enough? What is mature enough? " "Like older people, people your age, they're mature enough and I am too" "Do you know what maturity is Lily?" Zared asked squinting his eyes a bit. "I do" "That's great" Zared wore a proud expression mockingly.

her mum said in an excited tone. Arlene turned the volume up to the loudest and they kept up with their mini karaoke which was pretty much loud, because people on the road started to look at them. But then none of them cared, to Arlene her mum was a vibe and not like the regular southingham mothers who were boring and lame. These were the moments she lived for, there was never a dull moment with her mum even though they had little cat fights, but it was normal with females. “Do you think dad would be back from work by now?” Arlene asked her mum who was still caught up in the blues of the music playing.

Sicily, Italy "Arthur, at least get married now? How long would you keep Sylvia hanging like this?" "Later." Myra was sufficiently pissed off with Arthur's idea of getting married later. This later word became a curse for Sylvia. Though she had never spoken anything or uttered a single word, Myra felt really bad for her. For the past three years that girl was waiting for Arthur. And the big boss of the Moretti family is still not taking any further steps to initiate the marriage. Arthur was almost 30 and Sylvia 24.

I shoved him hard enough to slip away, but before I reached the door, Marcus caught me, pinning me against the wall. I couldn’t believe this was happening. My heart was pounding, but his heart was even louder. When our lips finally touched, it felt like there would be no tomorrow. His tongue moved inside me fast, smooth, making me feel everything. I shut my eyes. I kissed down his back, surprising him, then dragged my tongue across his lower lip. A heavy sigh escaped him. “You just turned eighteen.” His voice trembled. “I still see you as a kid. This is wrong.”

"That is my problem to deal with. I've found good fuck buddy who cares about me enough to make me dinner and breakfast so I'm happy. Even if Papà kills me, I'll die happy." "That's bleak," Matteo says. "What does beak mean?" "Bleak. It means sad," he says and I nod. "I don't care if it is sad. It is reality." Matteo doesn't answer me, he just drives us back to the mansion and tells me to go report to Antonio. I go to his office and knock on the door firmly. "Come in," he says gruffly. My anxiety spikes at his annoyed tone. I go inside and see him sat at his desk typing furiously.

I know that in the beginning, you will like it's a shitty story, but please trust me it gets more exciting and better throughout. ________________________________________________________________________ Hello, my name is Fleurie, I am eighteen years old, and I live an awful life. Life was good for me until that storm came, the storm that smashed up my life. It was difficult to watch my mother slowly fade away as she battled breast cancer, I watched her struggle with the disease, and it was hard to believe she wasn't going to make it. It was only a matter of time before that monster won.

screen, in confusion I turn to see what he's looking at and there she is on the screen clinging to another girl, I looked closely at her long brown hair and big wide brown eyes, she was radiating fear "But she needn't worry" Abyss was tipping, the shock caused my heart rate to speed up and I had started sweating and that one word slipped out at the same time Acre said exactly the same thing "MATE".