My Youth Began With Him Novels & Stories

『 AUDREY 』 "I started doing street fighting when I was 14." Cayden started. I licked my popsicle and nodded. "That was when my dad... started losing his gambling addiction and took money from me." He continues. "So... one day, don't ask me how or why, someone came up to me and asked if I wanted to start doing street fighting. He led me to an alley and I saw as everyone punched and kicked. So he taught me how to fight and... I found it interesting."

What in the world will he need when all of it was in me, right? Way back when I was young, I thought my life was meaningless and dreary. But that fucking gone when I met him. At first, I thought of him as a sex toy. Just shove my dick, deposit my cum, and leave Keatton alone. But days go on, and years have gone by, damn. My heart started to feel something from him.

His career started when he was 18 and he was at its peak when he had the unfortunate accident. I couldn’t wait to meet him in person. I had a feeling he wasn’t photogenic and the pictures didn’t do him justice at all. Damn, I hadn’t even met him and I was in over my head. I had to control myself or else I will make a big fool of myself. I said my affirmations till I forgot every other thing, especially things concerning Jam Timi and I went to bed feeling relaxed and excited for the next day.

I got sick so many times, got so close to seeing the pearly gates of Heaven but I got up each time, my resolve stronger than any illness. Until I turned eighteen and I met…HIM. My mate, Son of Alpha Raule and the man who made me dream.

He paused a little, his eyes searching mine and I urged him to continue. "Well, that's how it started for him. He got himself into other illegal stuffs with dangerous people. When he was sixteen and I was twelve, my mom met me and decided she was going to adopt me. That's how I turned into a billionaire heir overnight." I smiled at him, when all I truly wanted to do was cry. My heart hurt for both him and for Myles. "How did it go for him? Did he stop?"

My tone was very soft. “Any specific reason for the question?” He kept his eyes on the road. “Um,” I can’t really tell him it’s because I’m attracted to him, “Just curious.” I came up with an excuse, “I was wondering how someone who looks young could have a club of their own.” He chuckled, “I see,” There was a shine in his eyes, “It’s not mine,” He paused, “I mean the club is mine but I didn’t start it. My father did, and I just made it bigger and better.”

"I’m fuck!" "Yes, you are." I agreed. "All right, tell me your name, then I can fully thank you." "Nah," he said as he put on his helmet and eventually left. I scoffed. "Is he being mysterious?" Ms. Angela took up the marker and scribbled the word YOUTH on the board just as I arrived. "I'm sure you all went through childhood and had wonderful childhood memories." started by Ms. Angela. Youth? Now that Miss Angela used that term, all of my memories of childhood came flooding back.

He seems visibly upset, and I sigh, reaching my arm out. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to," I whisper, and he gives me a weak smile, touching my arm softly. "I don't want to tell you, but I think I should," he whispers back, and I nod. "When I turned fourteen, I started turning into a little brat," he says bluntly, and I smile a bit, only once I see that he is too. "I think that's just a part of being a fourteen-year-old boy."

The bond that prosper the feelings I have for him. And it all started when I first saw him. When I was just 10 years old. It is where my young heart fell for him and until now it keeps beating for him.

And that right there said it all. "You might think meeting me was a crazy happenstance. But for me, it meant fate finally quit laughing in my face." I swallowed hard, gaze dropping to my fingers on the wine glass. "I don't know why the hell you stuck with me, but I stayed because my life started at sixteen on a hot July day with a bottle of water and a certain boy's aw shucks grin."