Mature Novels & Stories

Mike said Dave who was quiet all the while, raised his eyebrows at me. “ Young man, don't give me that look, I'm your mother”. I said equally, giving him the same look. “ No boys until you're all eighty”. Dave said with finality. “ I'm dating your father already,” I smirked at him. “ I have a boyfriend already”. Anna said raising an eyebrow. “ I'm an old lady if you have forgotten “. My raised her eyebrows looking quite amused if I might add. “ Okay fine, but no boyfriends for you young lady until you're eighty.” Dave said, pointing at Lisa.

“A wolf was also involved. Maybe you were scratched. Or bitten. Or….something else happened.” I tried to understand. “But I thought you said that your Messiah will be a half-breed? How can they look down on a half-breed it if will be their savior?” “Such is the paradox of our religion,” he answered. “Tell me more,” I prodded. “How exactly is a half-breed different?” “True vampires feed from the moment they are turned. Half breeds usually don’t begin to feed until they come of age.” I was afraid to ask the next question. “When is that?” “18.”

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.

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.

_*]:min-w-0 whitespace-normal break-words print:block standard-markdown"> Maeve The afternoon moved so fucking slowly that I briefly considered throwing myself out a window just to create something interesting. Soren apparently sensed this. "Stop looking at the window." "I wasn't." "You've looked at it six times." "Maybe I like trees." "You complained about the trees yesterday." "I contain multitudes." She sighed and pushed another stack of papers toward me. I stared at them. "No."

It was the same as Caine's, with MINE inscribed below the sore bite mark. Holy guacamole! ["Are you seeing this Amanda?" "Gee! How am I supposed to see it when I'm stuck in your head?" "Whatever! Can you believe it? I'm officially a mated female, well except for the consummation part! But who cares? Sex or not, I. Am. Carrying. A. Mate. Mark. Eeeeeeeeeeeee!" "Yasssss!"] After doing a little happy dance, I stripped and got into the shower.

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Her heart couldn't accept that she had to suppress her own birthday to celebrate someone else's, the very next day. "Now now," suddenly, she sports a smile. "It's not the end of the world. You're 18 and you're mature now, Cassie. Stop it." She encourages herself. Maturing is a phased phenomenon wherein a child is forced to accept the adult world. Every little celebration is tagged as childishness. To emit childishness is maturity. According to many societal adults. Choosing to sleep her sadness away, Cassandra wakes up all fresh and with oily skin the next morning. Discovering her brothers and Framton had gone out, leaving virtual and manual security around th

the Prime Alpha replied, a note of reluctance in his voice. “And what defines the age of maturity, Prime Alpha?” Amani pressed on, her eyes never leaving the King’s. “The age of maturity is defined by a Lycan’s first shift,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Prime Alpha, but could you say that a little louder for the elders in the back?” Amani insisted. The Prime Alpha cleared his throat, straightening his posture. “The age of maturity is defined by a Lycan’s first shift,” he repeated, louder this time.