Random Teenager Novels & Stories

he retorts. The audacity. It’s almost impressive. "We move things," I lie smoothly. "If you need a package across the border, maybe we talk. If you need drugs moved, maybe we talk. But babysitting? Murder for hire?" I shake my head. "We are not in the business of cleaning up messes for teenagers who got in over their heads." His face flushes. "I’m not a teenager," he snaps. "I’m twenty-four." "You look twelve," I say. "And you smell like a wet dog."

I noted she had another tattoo on her ankle, to complete the package. She sat down next to me as this frightening looking guy, about 50, with a long grey beard, about five ten, 130 pounds, stared at both of us. Me: "Hi and your name is?" Patricia: "Patricia. Before you ask, I do have ID so don't be like the other guy and freak out that I'm like 13. I'm 19. We just got here from Reno. Don't freak out either but that creepy guy over there is just my old man. He's kinda strange, possessive but determined to come here and make a big score with me on my back. Seems that his source of meth dried up, so it's this or state food stamps."

Lucy nervously adjusted her skimpy lingerie as she waited backstage, her heart pounding with anticipation and anxiety. At just 19 years old, she had never even considered doing p**n, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Her college tuition was due, and her part-time job barely covered rent. When the opportunity to be in an adult film presented itself, she jumped at the chance, despite having no experience in the industry or with anal sex.

That was all I needed, to get a hard-on because of a girl who, besides being only seventeen years old, used to pull the fast one on me. I tried to focus my attention on anything else, but it was impossible. Even the smell coming from that girl was sexy as hell. Everything about her exuded femininity, sensuality, there was nothing childish about her, except for the number that represented her age. Oh my God! Did I see all this in her when she was at the club the night she got pregnant? Did I lose my mind, on LSD, and actually rape her? It couldn't be possible! I couldn't be capable of it.

“The king will soon get bored and discard you, so don't get too comfortable!" It was then that I finally looked at her and I noticed she looked young. Very very young. I slowly walked up to them and scanned their faces. They all looked like barely legal teenagers. “Aren't you a little too young to be talking about grown-up problems?" I snapped. “Where are your parents?” Tania looked like like I had just spat in her face. “I'm grown!" she shot back. “Really? How old are you?” I asked. “Sixteen.” She said like it was a thing of pride.

“Unfortunately, politics are sometimes more important than the life of a 15-year-old boy. You should know that already.” “Argh,” she groans, freeing herself from my hold. “I know, I know.” Halting mid-movement, she scrunches her nose at me. “But he isn’t 15, Arawn. Men are so inattentive.” “Of course he is.” I see her face fall and laugh out loud. “What did he tell you?” Her eyes widen as she shakes her head repeatedly. “19. He told me he was 19! God, I went to a club with him.”

I ignored the girlfriend part and smiled at her as I said, "I am Dr. Jade. Come in, sweetie." She fully entered the room, hesitating as she did so. I was expecting someone to come in after her. But to my surprise, she came in alone. The young teenage girl had a slender frame that seemed to emphasize her fragility. Her delicate features spoke of youth, with soft curves that hadn't fully matured into adulthood. Standing at around 18, her height suggested a sense of vulnerability, as if she were navigating the delicate balance between adolescence and young adulthood.

Hello there! I'm Mason Woods and I'm about to take you back to the past—back to my childhood and my teendom days. Don't hate me for some of the things I did, my hormones are craaaazy Being a teenager is an amazing time a hard time. It's when you make your best friends- I have girls who will never leave my heart and I still talk to. You get the best and the worst as a teen. You have the best friendships and the worst heart breaks

If I can't recognize my self no one will be able to guess it is me. On my way to the store, I pass a group of teenage boys leaning on their bikes, that would be bicycles, and smoking. The roughly look like they are thirteen or something. I make eye contact with the one in the middle who looks like he is in his late teens. He smiles and winks at me causing all members of their little gang to look at me.

She examined each of her faces, hers rough with an ugly frown marring it the more. "On a single file, move outside for inspection!" she ordered, and they sprang into action, forming a line at once. My unusual friend took her position behind me, and we filed out with no one saying a word. We were approximately twenty in number, including the younger girls, all looking skinny and malnourished. We moved along until the elderly woman at the beginning of the line halted abruptly. We were in a certain square, and my curiosity kept my eyes roaming left and right.