Seventeen Fanfic Novels & Stories

Shock paralyzed me, and I stared at him with utter disbelief. "Fernanda, you know, I'll be turning 18 in a few days. Your scent makes me wonder if you're meant to be my mate. Oh, the things I can't wait to do to you once I'm 18. Whether you're my mate or not, I still plan on having my way with you. Your enticing curves have me longing for you," he proclaimed, a smirk etched across his face.

The story is written in the third person, and probably tells a short but beautiful love story in high school. Sixteen-year-old Fan Qixing first met Qi Sheng on a hot afternoon. That summer, the weather was unusually hot. After the school organized the physical examination, many people fell to the ground exhausted. Among them is Fan Qixing, who was sickly from an early age. Fan Qixing is very thin because of his poor health, but he is good-looking, so he is nicknamed sick beauty by his classmates. But there are always a few people who don't like her, and a few girls are jealous of her good-looking. After the astrometry, they just pretend to walk past her as if nothing has happened, stepping o

🔞 WARNING ⚠️: Things get steamy in this chapter, Not suitable for younger readers💋 Adult Themes: Love, temptation, and desire take center stage. Continue only if you’re ready to get wet and burn ❤️‍🔥 for your stepbrother🥵 Astrid’s POV

"No, kiddo. You can't." Tears fill my eyes. "Adrian don't! You and Fiona are all I have." My sixteen-year-old self bursts into tears holding on to the eighteen-year-old boy. "I...love..you." I painfully admit. I had a crush on my best friend's older brother since we met and as we aged the attraction grew. Adrian was my endgame, the only problem was, he wasn't aware yet.

Her voice was restrained but a few more vibrato closer to a shrill. I laughed. I couldn't help thinking how it'll be nice to actually be friends with August just so I can tease her all the time. "I'm kidding!" I said, waving as I walked away. On a Wednesday at lunch break, the students of the Academy of Chevaliers de la Roine witnessed August Keller, the smartest, fiercest, un-tauntable Ice Bitch finally say yes to a date with the notable Casanova and heart-breaker– me, Henry Hughes. An unlikely match, met with the scowling face of Gwen, the death glare of Dove and the conspicuous staring of the rest who are wondering, how long this one will last.

“I'm, Darryl, and this is Marco, and you are?” “Well, this is Sophie, and I'm Beta Noah’s mate Summer”, she told them and smirked as they moved a step away from her, but unfortunately, they both now turned their hungry gazes to me. “Do you have a mate?” Marco asked, running his hand up and down my arm. “No, I'm seventeen”, I told him, trying to move away from his touch, but Darryl had quickly moved to the other side and had blocked me in. “You should come and have a drink with us; we know a quiet place.”

I decided to wait till she turns seventeen since she still has no idea about us being mates. It's been a week since I turned seventeen. I've been watching my supposed-to-be mate, and every time I see her I can't help feeling disgusted. She looks like a beggar among socialites. And just like that, I waited for her birthday to come. ' She's finally turning seventeen tomorrow. I can't wait to reject that ugly woman!' Strangely my wolf didn't argue with my decision anymore. Well, whatever! That must mean she's disgusting, even my wolf can't stand her.

Every day they went to and returned from school together until they both grew up as teenagers. This habit seemed to become normal and Beck began to act like an older brother towards his younger sister. Unfortunately, when Vanilla grew into a teenage girl, Beck fell in love with Sophie, a friend at his college. Sophie was beautiful, the blonde girl had the most beautiful body curves and getting Sophie was the most glorious achievement for Beck because Sophie was one of the sexiest girls on campus. And Beck knows that Vanilla is very jealous of Sophie, she even openly calls Sophie a soap. Vanilla also never greeted Sophie every time they met, the girl always pouted and showed hostility towards

What did she have to be sorry for? At 17, Liliana had only ever had eyes for me. She had never betrayed what we had. At that age, she'd loved only me. But could I really say that the 17-year-old Liliana and the 27-year-old Liliana were not the same person? I didn't know. I lowered my gaze. Under the burning weight of 27-year-old Liliana's stare, I finally said, "Fine." Joy flashed across her face, and she stepped forward to hug me. "Wait for me."

"Are you sure you are only seventeen?" Damien grinned. "Wait a year." Trisha rolled her eyes. "I don't have that much patience." Willow shoved her jokingly. "Stop flirting with a kid." Mathew leaned into Susan. "Oh, You are not mistaking me for a kid still, are you?" "I wouldn't have slept with you if I was." Susan rolled her eyes. Willow laughed but felt a pang of jealousy. She would die for someone to look at her the way Mathew looked at Susan or Daniel noticed every detail about Trisha.