My Comeback As The Youngest Member Novels & Stories

I knew this piece word for word as Malachi recited the words that have been spoken on this exact spot for many years. Malachi looked around the circle. “Stuart, please step forward.” Jamie smiled proudly as her son took a step forward. He was our youngest member and had just turned sixteen. Malachi had held his Resurrection ceremony while we were in Mauritius and I was sorry that I had missed it. He was a brave boy, man of the house as it was just him and his mother, Jamie.

He seemed like the leader of the group and the rest stared at me with eager gaze, waiting for me to take a seat. I let out a long sigh, knowing I might regret this, but I still found myself taking a seat. This was a new experience, and that's what college life was all about. Having new experiences. “I'm Erick, and this is Shanteen, Daisy, Frank, Sarah, Kelly and Gideon.” The guy in the black jacket introduced everyone, including the drunk tattooed guy who had brought me here which I now know his name to be Gideon. “I'm Kiara.” I muttered and Erick smiled at me.

Then she returned to work. After the session, in the corridor outside the newly opened wing, a mother came to find her. About forty years old, her daughter was the unit's youngest first-year patient, a girl of sixteen who had arrived twelve months earlier with the specific frightened quality of someone whose body had become unfamiliar to her overnight.

I gestured toward the boys. “What…?” Cairos asked, his brow furrowed, confused. “I mean… I’m not one of those people who make a minor work. I can’t… I just can’t allow this,” I said firmly, my eyes fixed on them again. He looked at me, expression unreadable for a moment, then a small smile flickered across his lips… quickly gone. “They’re not minors,” he said finally. “What?” I asked, confused. “They’re not minors. This is Caleb, Dylan, Ethan… Caleb is twenty-five, Dylan is twenty-four, and Ethan, the youngest is twenty-one. So no need to worry,” he said calmly.

****************************************** This is one of the most serious moments in which I have formed part. Oscar, Raymond, and I are in front of Mom, who speaks to the members of the organization who gathered at this moment because we are making it official. Oscar turned 20 a few months ago, Raymond is 17 years old and I'm 16. I'm old enough to be part of the organization as a member official, even though my brothers already are old enough a while ago, they wanted to have their ceremony with me.

Xander and I just got back together, but I feel like I had been their Luna for a long time. After breakfast, I went to the training hall with all the young warriors. I stood at the center, surrounded by eager faces—young warriors in the making, their eyes reflecting a mix of excitement and determination. The youngest was just thirteen, brimming with youthful energy, while the oldest was eighteen, on the cusp of adulthood. These were the future protectors of the pack.

I flashed him a smile. "And I am Romeo, the bassist," said the guy with a beanie. "I know you too, but pleased to meet you, Romeo." "While I'm Harold. I do vocals and guitar, and Milo's brother," said the one that is right in the middle. "Hi Harold, of course I know you." I smiled at him. "You seem to be the youngest member, tell me, how old are you?" "About to be eighteen on January." He replied to me, smiling.

He's like a clown who makes sure that everyone will be happy when he's around. "I think PDA Aurie got an incomplete set of plates for us," Masa guessed. Ah, this one. The 1960s was the year of rebellion and long hair, but this doesn't stop Masa from rocking this hairstyle despite being born years after that era. Unlike the iconic look, Masa is more on the good side. He's the youngest member, the purest, and the favorite of their fans second to Ricky. Plus, he's also a bit of sunshine, especially when he smiles. He was the first member to master English which helped the group gather more international fans.

Dad and Mom quickly approached us. "Dadda, join us!" Sunny approached her Dadda and pulled him closer to us. "Group hug!" We shout together. I can't believe this! After all those years, I never imagined that I would experience this again. That of having a complete and whole family. Before, I was contented that Sunny and I were the only two. "Excuse me!" We were suddenly stunned with joy when we heard Grace’s voice. She turned to us at the door and still had a bandage on her shoulder that was hit by a gun yesterday.

"Three years ago you suddenly went abroad. I thought you'd never come back!" Anne's voice was so loud that even the reporters observing from a distance could hear every word clearly. After she spoke, I could feel curious eyes turning toward me. "...Turner family...eldest daughter..." “Peterson Corporation…engagement…” “..obsessed with…fiancé…” Among those deliberately hushed voices, occasional fragments reached my ears. I glanced at Anne, who pretended not to notice and continued: "You came back so suddenly without saying anything. Could it be because you heard..."