New Young Adult Novels & Stories

"I would be happy to if it is a suitable opportunity." Celia’s manager was a young man in his twenties. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles and had chiseled facial features and a bright smile. "Celia once told me that her neighbor was a charming young woman who graduated from a prestigious school. I wondered who this outstanding individual was, and I'm quite surprised to know that you're actually my senior! "Let me introduce myself. My name is Cedric Lund. I once studied in AEA University's Faculty of Design and I'm two years your junior. It'd be such an honor to have you join us."

More specifically, in four months, when I would turn eighteen and be free to do whatever I wanted with my life. I already had plans for this new chapter of my life. When I made my cry of freedom, I planned to move to the capital with my best friend, Marina, where we would share rent on an apartment, find new jobs, and take a pre-college course in hopes of getting into a public university, since neither of us could afford a private one.

--- Maya and Priya came for New Year's. They brought Anya, now seventeen, tall and confident, applying to universities. She wanted to study social work, like Maya, to help kids like herself. "You're continuing the legacy," I said. "I'm building my own." "That's the same thing." --- The new year came. I didn't make resolutions. I didn't make promises. I just continued — the way they would have wanted. "Happy new year," I said to the stones. "Happy new year," I imagined them replying.

My name was Victory Carlson, and I was a college student. I had a pure, lovely, and youthful look, and an impressive 36E bust, and I easily attracted Damon Powell's attention the moment I appeared. Damon was my boyfriend. He'd always wanted to have sex with me, but I listened to advice from my stepdad, Charlie Kramer, that I was only truly considered an adult after I turned 21 years old. "It's going to be my 21st birthday in two days. I'll let you have your wish when that time comes," I told Damon while nestled in his arms in the grove of trees on campus.

The sound of metal screaming against metal was so loud I woke up crying. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door before they could ask me if I was okay. I couldn't tell them. If the government sensors in our walls picked up on my "instability," I’d be marked as a failure before I even took the test. The city was already waking up. Thousands of us, all seventeen-year-olds in identical grey uniforms, walked toward the Academy. The cameras were everywhere, perched on top of buildings like mechanical birds, watching our every move, measuring our heart rates, recording our eye movements.

life. It can resemble to anyone's life who has just started career or college or anything new. Bringing you all "New girl in the city". This story might resemble some stories or with any of your friends life real story but trust me I just started writing it randomly thinking when a girl arrives in a new city for fulfilling her dreams and aspirations what all she goes through. Aanchal is one such girl who has started her life in the new city. city of dream, love, Aspiration-Mumbai. Hope you all will enjoy her journey.

It hurts too much. "I really don't want to leave Keylan." * What a terrible end to 2018. We calmed down after a little while and decided to sit at the yard and stare at the fireworks. Happy New Year... I guess. Lupus looks much calmer now. He looks even more precious under the firework filled night sky. "Hey, cheer up. It's a new year today." I nudged him a little. It didn't do anything. He remained quiet just staring at the brightly lit sky.

I leaned forward on my elbows, far enough to keep David out of my peripheral vision. "You know, statistically speaking, there's probably at least one couple from our office here right now," Jonas said. "Ooh, who do you think it is?" Myalin asked, nudging me with her shoulder. I cleared my throat. "I couldn't say, since I'm too new. I don't really know anyone well enough." "Well, that's okay," Jonas said. "You can take a wild guess. Or you can give us your bet in a couple of weeks. Usually, there's a new office romance—secret or otherwise—by Christmas, no, by Thanksgiving."

“I believe it, because you’re amazing. And this business is going to be amazing, and our life together is going to be amazing. Amazing, amazing, amazing. That’s the only word I know.” “Actually, I don’t think that’s true.” He raised an eyebrow. “Really? You don’t think it’ll be amazing?” “Our life isn’t going to just be amazing together: it’s going to be fan-fucking-tastic.” Laughing, Ash picked her up and began to twirl her around in a circle, the remaining convention-goers looking on with a mixture of confusion and envy at such obvious happiness. Thea Younger uncapped her marker and began to fill in the final panel in her graphic novel. It had taken her over a year to finish this bad boy,

"I also saw Gabriel and a group of youngies." "Did you find all the answers you were seeking?" she asks. "No," I reply honestly. There's still a lot I need to know. "Who are youngies?" She sighs and stares at me. "Every werewolf was once a youngie." She takes my pinkie finger threads hers with it. "A youngie is a werewolf that has just attained his or her transformation powers. Just like you.""Everyone became a youngie at the age of eighteen?" She nods. "Zara told me they'll help me discover my powers. What does she mean?"