Powerless Age Rating Novels & Stories

“Can’t you read? They say the film is rated 13.” “So?” “Don’t watch it! You are not 13 years old yet!” “Don’t be a pain in the ass. We all know those ratings are fake. They just want to deceive us so we don’t watch good stuff and we go watch those boring colourful things,” Summer defends herself. “That’s very wrong, Summer.” “Yeah? Like you know.” Summer draws the remote closer to herself for protection, almost hugging it. “What’s in this film anyway that you are so afraid of?”

Now I'll need to learn yoga outside of work so I can show him how much better I am at it. "Let's just start where we left off last night. You have no protection for children under 18 years old which is a huge red flag. Who uses apps? The answer is children to young adults, so a lot of your demographic shouldn't even be allowed to download your sick twisted baby of an app." He sipped his coffee and relaxed back on the other chair, muttering something to himself. "Do you have a way to stop pediphiles from using your app?" His looked shocked. "Uh, no. Do you?"

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

Just present. Just endless.

The August sky suddenly became unusually overcast, the moonlight overhead seemed to be obscured by dark clouds. At a luxury villa, everyone happily prepares to arrange flowers and candles neatly and a large cake is placed in the center of the table. The cake is decorated with a picture of a princess with long silk-like hair. It's easy to see happy smiles on their faces, in just a few minutes, their beloved daughter will turn 18, the most beautiful age in life. Moore Brian smiled at his wife, he had prepared a wonderful gift for his beloved daughter, which he believed she would love. Edwards Lauria looked at her husband loving her daughter like that, she felt very happy.

Jessica suggested. "Nah." "Countdown." "Godforbid,abeg no." "Sex Education?."Jace suggested. "Okay." "Not bad." "Yes o." "See them." "Ashewos(prostitutes)" "Isn't Sex Education rated PG18."Jace glared at the 15-year olds. "It's not rated anything."Maya defended. "Maybe rated 16."Kim stated. "Or Fifteen."Jessica said. "I thought it's always PG13,PG16,PG18."I replied.

She always had the worst timing. “Mimi..it’s time". Elyon said. She stopped short when she saw the movie. "What…are you watching?". She looked like she'd swallowed a bitter pill and maybe she had. Her five year old daughter was watching a movie meant for adults and even she as an adult didn't watch the movie. She knew she should've put in the code to restrict some channels from showing these kinds of traumatic things. Fiona was a very interesting movie which was loved by everyone in the country and internationally but it was eighty percent rated eighteen so she didn't bother watching it all because of said daughter.

CHAPTER 2: GOD OF FATE WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! “So here's the thing Miss Fresh Meat, You can choose within these jobs, and with that, you will be able to level up, from being a lowly unfortunate soul. By leveling up, you will be able to access various fields and also earn authorization and power over those beneath you.”

said Phoebe in a serious tone. “What are you guys talking about? What did you find, Mom? I wanna know too,” “NO!!” Phoebe and her mom scream in unison. “What? Why are you two yelling at me?! Am I doing something wrong?!” “Sorry, Princess. But this is forbidden for under 18,” said Phoebe in a serious and icy style. “Hey! I’m 21 now!” “You’ll be our forever baby to us, Princess,” said their Mom, still laughing out loud.

“No one survives long with powers. No one makes it past 25. We’ll all be dead soon.” “I’m sorry, what?” I questioned. She looked at me with confusion. “People usually go into the facility around 18 for treatment, and they never make it past 25. That’s what my history books say.” “Wait, you have books?” It was Jax who let his guard down over books.