New Adult Novels & Stories

“No kidding. If only they would have warned us there were bills and stress and life-altering decisions. But there is something else.” “What would that be?” I pulled myself up and then straddled him. “This. I like being an adult and getting to do this.” “This?” he asked, his brows arching. “What is this?” “This is me riding you. This is me making us both feel really good.” He leaned forward and kissed me. “Fine, you’ve convinced me. Adult me all you want. I’m your very willing victim.” “Ah, I thought you might change your mind about adulting.”

Since then, I avoided intimacy entirely, even though Elena kept trying to convince me otherwise. My phone buzzed, and the caller ID read Bestie. Call of the devil. I answered immediately. Mom excused herself to the kitchen. “Happy fucking birthday, bitch! You’re officially an adult!” Her voice boomed through the speaker, making me wince and pull the phone away from my ear. “Do you really have to scream?” “Of course, Lena! You just clocked 20! We have to celebrate, baby. I’ll be at your house soon.”

I concluded, holding my breath. “You should have come to us, I know you believe since you’re eighteen you can do whatever you want but it doesn’t work like that here. You don’t become an adult here until you’re nineteen so stop pulling that card.” “Really?” My eyes widened, surprised by the new piece of information, how come no one told me that until now? “We didn’t automatically choose that course for you because we want you to become a Luna or something…” she paused. “Come here.”

I held it, which made him smile, but I put it away to my body. "Sorry, you're not my type," I said and went to my friends, who were busy drinking. My friend Amy immediately gave me a drink as soon as I sat beside them. One of my friends, Jessie, was kissing someone in the corner and Amy went back from using her phone. I no longer disturb them and continue drinking while looking at the people on the dance floor. We just graduated college and finally starting our work journey. I'm very thrilled with it because I can finally say that I am now an adult. My parents treat me like I'm still their baby. I'm the only child, after all.

Conrad "It's your birthday tomorrow and you're turning 18, aren't you excited about it? If you're lucky enough then there's a chance that you'll find your mate tomorrow." Betty, my only friend here in North Carolina, happily reminds me as if I didn't know that already. I don't know why but it feels like she's more excited about my birthday than I am. I don't have anything against my birthday but it's just that I don't care about it anymore, there's nothing special about birthdays anymore or maybe that's just me being officially an adult now talking.

“You can sleep in the bedroom here. And there is the kitchen. If you are hungry, there are fruits and some food in the fridge. If you want anything, just ask me.” “Thank you. I really can’t thank you enough.” “Not to worry. By the way, have you told your parents about this? They must be worried.” “I’m already an adult. 23 is way past the age of consent and should be considered independent, no? I don’t need to call my parents and tell them about everything.” “Huh, I’m 30 and still think adulthood is overrated. Are you sure that being fresh out of college, you don’t need anyone to care for you and just enjoy independence?”

She tried to focus on her footwork as they danced to the slow, romantic music, but she couldn’t help stealing glances at Noah. He was way taller than her now, with dark hair that fell in messy waves over his forehead. His piercing blue eyes seemed to see right through her, making her heartbeat even faster. “So,” he finally spoke, breaking the silence between them. “How does it feel to finally be an adult?” “It’s not much different from being 17.” Celene shrugged, trying to act cool and collected. “Besides, I don’t think 18 can be considered adult already…”

I'm just realizing that I'm getting older. James gave me a small smile and bumped my shoulder with his. "Don't be upset about that, Shana. Getting older is a privilege. You're going to be eighteen! That's one of the most exciting years of your life." "Is it?" I asked with a frown. "Why?" "Because you're finally recognized as an adult," James reasoned. "People will treat you with more respect. You're slowly becoming your own person the more you age. It might suck getting older, but it should be celebrated."

Someone who hardly pouts or sulks. Marcel has to admit that he does miss that soft-pouting part of her. The part that would laugh at everything and every joke that anyone makes. The easygoing teenager who sees the world in many colors, not the adult who knows how to cover her emotions and how not to smile. The adult that sees the world in black and white dull colors. The adult that sees life as nothing but a game that you just have to play well. The adult that works her ass off just to become someone. Somewhere at the back of his mind, he was aware that he was the cause of the rising adult in her. Maybe if it weren't for him, she was going to be an easy-going teenager forever.

I started walking around the lower floor of the cabin in search of this mystery woman he was so obsessed with. “There’s no need for that. I am a grown man. I can date and marry whoever I want. I don’t need your approval, and I certainly don’t need moms.” “I hate that,” I whispered, breathing out softly. “I hate when someone says ‘I am a grown whatever’ because it is so stupid. Being an adult doesn’t mean you can throw caution to the wind and do whatever the hell you want. And people wanting to help and care about you don’t undermine you as a person.”