Series For Adults -young Novels & Stories

"Wowwww! Where can I see Vampires?" Nabi exclaimed, looking at the TV screen, where a girl was in the arms of a handsome honey-eyed boy, followed by 'THE END' note. Nabi was always fond of Vampire series and novels. She has completed watching and reading every book and series released related to Vampires. The crazy for Vampire wasn't just for a year or two; she has been a fan, almost a devotee to Vampire stuff. As she was deeply involved in recalling the movie and smiling to herself, "Nabi!Nabi!" a voice roared, followed by a knock on the door.

He gestures for me to get in. "You want to shower together?" I ask, sauntering closer. "The quicker I get you clean, the quicker I can tuck you in, the quicker I can get out of here before your father finds me and grabs his gun." "Dad doesn't carry. He doesn't like guns. Besides, I'm an adult. I can do whatever I want." I step over the ledge of the shower, letting my stare fall down Seth's impressive body, then back up. "Whoever I want."

"They usually show up in adults. "I'm eighteen," he said, his chin coming up. "Humans claim adulthood at eighteen. But for those of us who live hundreds of years, adulthood is much later." "I'm like you then," he said, rubbing his hands on his thighs. She pursed her lips, considering him for a moment. "If you have the same marks as I do, then you are like me. May I see them?" Zander stood, pulling his shirt up to his shoulders. Dr. Frankler walked around her desk, her hand reaching out as if she wanted to touch his back, but she stopped a few inches away, her fingers twitching.

‘I cannot wait until you are sixteen’ He breathed in her ear. ‘I still get to teach you but we won’t be doing the 3Rs. You will be learning the Karma Sutra and you will be getting lots of homework.’ Back in her room, Ella knew she had to get away she was sixteen in a couple of months and she knew her Stepmother would have no qualms selling her into the porn business. When she curled on her bed she realized they had been training her up for it, since she was fourteen the clothes she modeled had become more and more revealing and sexy. They told her it was what girls her age wanted these days but the photos were always taken on a closed set behind locked doors, again they said it was for her o

Audrey asked, even though I could tell from the defensive note in her voice that she knew exactly what I meant. I shook my head. “Honestly, I used to love watching your shows when we were kids.” “Bullshit,” Audrey said, shaking her head. “I’m calling bullshit on that one. It was just a bunch of kids up on stage. Half of us forgot our lines. I bet it was cringe-worthy to be in the audience.”

Now, this series was all about time pass for me if I’m being utterly honest. My more serious works are also part of different series. And all the series below feature ENEMIES TO LOVERS trope. What can I say? I’m a sucker for it. If you’re below eighteen, you should not read these books as they feature a lot of violence, gore and sex.

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.

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 young master that made him curious? Zachary held back a smile. This was getting more and more interesting. Looking at Elena, he felt like he was playing hide and seek with a beautiful, innocent little cat. Elena's beautiful face stared at him with curiosity. Once again Zachary looked at that face, a face that was not even made up at all. Her green eyes were bright, as if the radiance of the stars in the sky were also trapped in those beautiful eyes. “You’re the same age as the young master? Really?” She couldn’t believe it. “You look like you’re in your twenties, I thought young master would be older…” She muttered.