She's Too Young Lifetime Novels & Stories

I thought everything had finally returned to normal, but I never imagined the entire marriage was a lie from the very start. I drove home as fast as I could, needing to confront Chandler and demand why he'd done this to me. But before I could open the bedroom door, I heard voices inside. "It's been seven years, Mr. Leighton. Aren't you going to give Mrs. Leighton a legal status?" My hand froze mid-air. It was the voice of Chandler's most trusted butler, Gordon Dariel. After a long silence, Chandler's voice finally followed. "Just a little longer. Heather lost both her parents, and I'm the only one who can help her now. She needs this status."

she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world to understand. "It's not that easy. Sometimes things aren't black and white. There's almost always a shade of gray. You can do the right thing for the wrong reasons, and the other way around." She scrunched up her face, deep in thought, and I realized then how truly young she was. She was fourteen years old, and had just a few weeks ago found out that she was going to live forever. It was a lot to take in and it could scare even the bravest person.

"We don't age much. It's just our nature." Her next question left me speechless. "What if I die?" "What? Are you planning to take your life?" I ask completely agitated. She laughed sheepishly. "No, I mean, am just eighteen and the human lifespan is one hundred and twenty years. That means I am bound to die sooner than you." I was relieved. I thought I had scared her into taking her life. "No, if I mark you, you will have some of my powers and your lifespan will increase too."

She really is gone and much as she does not want to accept the fact, it is true. This should not have happened. It should not have been Tasha. She was so young. She had so much life to live. It should have been her instead, she has lived her life. Almost two hundred years and Tasha barely got twenty. How is the fair? How is this right in any sense of the matter? *

I say resolutely, “You have my back, right?” “Yes, I have your back. Jeez, Kas, you’re such a badass, you know that? You're making this lifetime one of my favorites,” she coos at me, "A true warrior child of the Moon Goddess." I roll my eyes at her, “Speaking of lifetimes, hundreds of them. I understand why you couldn’t tell me but you told me we have had like fifteen or twenty lifetimes with Bronx, with all things relative, that isn’t very many.”

“I love you madly, with all my heart.” She gave me an emotional smile. — I love you too. More than I've ever loved anyone and I'm happy because we're going to raise our son together. I swallowed hard, before continuing speaking: — We can't do this. We can't be together. — Her smile slowly faded, as confusion reflected in the brightness of her eyes. — You're too young, almost a child. You don't know anything about life, you can't tie yourself down to a man you were forced to be with, without having first lived your youth, free as it should be.

she said to me but I didn’t reply because it looked like she still had more to say. “I haven't met my mate since I turned eighteen and became an adult. I’ve always had the ability to catch his scent ever since then but guess what? I haven’t met him yet and it’s beginning to get hopeless. My parents are coming to this new moon festival and they are just going to say the same thing. I’m not trying hard enough to find my mate. I’m sick and tired of hearing the same thing from them all the time! It’s not my fault that I haven’t met him and I can’t force fate to take its course before It’s time. I’m just so tired you know,” she said and I was speechless for a while. She was seven years younger th

“But whenever a child is born, the universe sort of… flips a coin. A fifty per cent chance that the eldest will manifest with one ability or the other. The second eldest child will then inherit the remaining one. That is if they even show signs at all. Merely having the potential inside isn’t always enough to harness it. Some of the children never show any aptitude at all.” “So that means I could have ended up like you?” I asked. “Would I also not…?” “…Not age?” she provided with a small smile. “No, my circumstance is a little… unique. At most, those who take after me remain looking youthful for a bit longer… but, unlike me, they do eventually pass on… everyone always does.” There was a holl

Hell even when I had first seen her with the cart, I had looked at her and thought she was a teenager. But she works at my club. That means she has to be over 21. She would only have been hired with verified identification. Legal clearance. My mind is racing. What exactly was special about this birthday? For girls the special birthdays were 13,16,18 and 21. She would have bypassed all of these. Her ID said her birthday is in August. Not January. Not next week. My mind begins to turn. Slowly. Methodically. Pieces that didn’t matter before begin to resurface.

Unlike me, her silver strapless dress that stopped at her mid-thighs gave her some sort of freedom to sway harder. When she came back up, our friends around and other family members cheered over her triumph to perk up to her feet without falling. And I couldn’t help but giggle at all that. It felt so good celebrating with friends and family that I didn’t want the day to end. Like everyone, Grace was more excited about this day than I was. Obviously, because we had planned out a bucket list of crazy stuff to try out at 18, and like she’d been yelling for weeks, we were finally getting a chance to do adult stuff. Like she would say.