New Young Adult Novels & Stories

"You’re not disappearing. You are making the transition to adulthood. She pulled out her phone and placed Ava's phone on the table. "Do it tonight." Ava looked at the phone as though it were going to blow up. "Tonight?" "Yeah," Patricia said. "Just a simple post. Engagement announcement. No big explanation." The fingers of Ava were floating above the machine but not touching. "What if I don’t?" Patricia met her gaze. “Then you will make people create their own story” Ava shut her eyes for a while. She knew this wasn’t an option.

He continued. I kissed my teeth, "I know, dude. I never knew I was going to end up falling in love with her. Everything is so messed up, I hurt Coraline so bad that she couldn't look me in the eye." I was seated on my childhood bed in my childhood room, I looked completely out of place with the grunge band posters on the wall and the large poster of Metallica covering almost half of the wall. God, judging from the kind of music I used to listen to, I must have been such a difficult and troubled teen. How did my grandfather and Mrs Smith survive living with me? I heard Judah shuffling paper from his side of the call. It was already evening here but it was still late afternoon in LA.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

You made it! The end to “Our Young Funny Voices.” I just wanted to take the time to thank you for coming along Francine and Vasilisa’s journey. I began writing this novel in January of 2019, but didn’t start really plowing through it until April 2019. My characters are loosely based off my own experiences, and the experiences of people in my life. I’m dedicating this book to those in the LGBTQ community without a voice. We still have a long way to go in our fight towards equality for all- and while Vasilisa’s decision won’t be everyone’s, I’m hoping wherever you are it gets better.

Even if anyone would not want to come, she knew her friends would want to, just to stand with her as the way every other good friend would do. Adulthood is not an easy hood, especially when you are not ready to participate yet. It's not just about the age, but about the mental state of the person. But for Melissa, she felt she was mature long ago! Even when she was still in high school, and thought her stepdad was the worst person on earth, she had always wished to live on her own and be the best adult she wished to be. When people are young, they do things they didn't plan for or even thought they could do. But in rare cases, the young person has every right and opportunity to change the ba

[Hostel] Satisfied with the achievement of sending her friend with a guy, she sat on the bed and started munching the popcorn left, which became chewy. "Thank you so much," she heard a voice. Curious to know who came this early to University, she opened the door slightly to see a gorgeous, utterly white and smooth-skinned girl with chocolate brown eyes. Though she was wearing a plain tee and jeans, she looked like a deity. "Hi, This is Olivia," the new girl said while tying her long blonde hair into a pony.

' She blushed. 'You know about life and I ‘m sure you can guess how the hormones build up in girls’ boarding schools. You get a crush on an older girl, who decides to use her power over you. The points are set and the train is in motion - no stopping at stations any more. Nowadays we call it grooming and then abuse and it was disgusting - that is until the day when I was the older girl. You become so desperate. Boarding school oozes hormones from every pore, but nothing is allowed, for obvious reasons. We all need a little tenderness and love, and so it starts. It seems acceptable if everyone is at it. It must be worse for boys than girls. The taboo for girls is not as clearly defined.'

“I maybe need something harder, beer is not going to get me through this!” Candy, Puts her hand over my glass and nails me in place with her stare.”Hold up, Sugar! Rewind that and come again! I don’t think I caught all that.” “Nova is Sid’s new friend and Sid told me that they are beautiful, but when they showed up at my gig last night I was drawn to them like a magnet. They are nonbinary and I have no idea what their sex is, and they are still a minor for a little while , at least. They will be 18 soon, but I am not sure what makes me hold back more, their age or the fact that I don’t know if they have an inny or outie.” I furrow my brows and look guiltily at my friend “I hate to admit it b

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

The entity I would come to know as my wolf soul — Stella. One minute I was a helpless and fragile girl, the next I was an adolescent wolf. The light of the full moon illuminated my pale blue eyes and thick, dusty colored coat. I was now towering over my parents, staring down into their lifeless eyes. I don’t even remember much about my first transformation, other than the fact it was painful. The sadness blocked it out. I just remember what happened next.