Our Youth Novels & Stories

Jason: “It’s not just a lot. It’s a canvas. I bought it.” Leah blinked, stunned. Leah: “You bought… this?” Jason (nodding): “I want to build something here. A youth foundation. A place for kids to come and learn. Coding, engineering, art — anything that lets them build instead of destroy. A place where they don’t have to choose the streets or the gangs. A place where they can create a future that isn’t dictated by someone else’s power.” Leah’s breath caught. Leah: “Jason… why here?”

Meanwhile, across town, Nathan sat alone in the office of a potential donor, an old friend from his tech days, the only one who hadn’t ghosted him. The office was cold, impersonal. Floor-to-ceiling windows. No family photos. Just awards. The man Jeremiah Tan tapped a pen against his desk. “So,” he said, “you want to start a youth foundation.” Nathan nodded. “LGBTQ+ youth. Especially runaways. Survivors. The ones with nowhere else to go.” Jeremiah raised an eyebrow. “You’re really doing this, huh?” Nathan’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. I’m done with power that only serves itself.”

Above the silhouette of a thousand rooftops, Aeternum slept—but in its skies, the brightest stars shone for tomorrow. The morning sun cast long rays over New City’s steel-and-glass towers, but across every corner of Aeternum — from Wasteland hamlets to river towns — the sparkle in the eyes of gifted youths shone even brighter. The announcement of the Youth For Tomorrow program had done more than signal institutional support; it had unlocked a nation's belief in the power of its youngest minds.

All of them—a group of young men who clearly came from wealthy backgrounds turned their eyes toward me. I was utterly exhausted, my hair slightly disheveled from the grueling commute, clutching a heavy textbook while still dressed in my plain school uniform. They, on the other hand, looked like they had just come from an upscale gathering, perfectly groomed, smelling expensive, and carrying themselves with an air of arrogant confidence. From the group, a tall and incredibly handsome man suddenly stood up. He had a gentle face and a formal demeanor that stood in stark contrast to the haughty aura of his peers. He offered me a genuine smile, a gesture that seemed to ease the thick tension suff

We’re working out the details still, but we’ve run a lot of it by our packs and they seem to like the idea. We’re hoping to set up a central government type area in some general location, TBD. We want to set up some kind of college or academy, or some fancy ass shit, for all 19-23 year olds to get them prepared for their gifts, maybe meet their mates a bit faster than some of us did. It all sounds like a fucking paradise. Sorry, I told you I have no filter. I need sleep. Good thing that tonight is one of the nights that my folks have the pups.

With another person. Molly vouched to give her children the privilege to make decisions when they are young. The fact that 'tonight they are young' doesn't mean she would not grow. The only problem was that they had to live that state of their life once, and once it's over, everything they had ever work would perish.

“Hey, Cali.” I turned in my seat, eyeing the young man who had sidled up to my side. “Hey, YB.” I gave him a smile. “You doing ok?” His eyebrows shot up as he chuckled. “Hey, that was going to be my line.” “Sorry.” I gave a small shrug. YB was young. Younger than me by several years and from what Truth had told me, been hanging around the club since he was fourteen. Desperate to patch in. Which he had done only a year ago. The youngest patched member they had. Hence the name Young Blood.

I asked feigning pretense. "He pecked you, didn't he?" Yuadoo asked closing the hostel door. I lowered my head so they wouldn't notice how hard I was blushing. "Yeah and so?" I replied casually. "This boy totally likes you." Sarah said as we got to our room. "He doesn't. He doesn't like me." I defended. I really sounded stupid. Yuadoo just looked at me like I was stupid. "Then why else do think he pecked you?" I just shrugged.

he found solace on the imaginary friend his dad introduced. Loneliness engulfed him as there's no sign of meeting the person in his dream. He longed for true companions and led him to a group of adventure-seeking souls. An out of school youth gang with the leader named Yong Hwa. They lived for the present, enjoying every moment of it. Unbounded by rules, they drive for action more than words. Their motto is to follow their heart's desire no matter what. Such belief often led them astray as they seek comfort in shortcuts to achieve what they want. Harassing kids for money, skipping classes to play, and even shoplifting for freebies.

Rosette says with almost a sad smile. I know I’m going to miss her dearly. I’ll be able to visit after I turn 18. New recruits have rigorous training and schooling schedules. I won’t have any time to visit between training and classes. I take a bite of my food and I’m immediately in heaven. I’m sure going to miss her cooking. Just as I’m about to tell her, Julien, my instructor, walks in the back door. “Good morning, Miss Rose.” He greets as he walks over and gives her a hug before sitting at the table.