Short Adult Novels & Stories

"What the heck is this? We're among teenagers." "They are college students. Not teenagers." Ara corrected. "I was eighteen when in college." "And at what age did the law say you become an adult?" "Fuck the law. We were all still young and immature." "Not me. I was having five boyfriends then. Not so mature." Ara replied. "You still were. Come on. Five boyfriends?" "None of them noticed that I was playing them until I dropped them all." "Okay. We could say you were smart but not mature. Mature people know that one partner is enough."

Nisha's pov "Rohan can you please help me with this." I asked holding the box of books. "Of course shorty." he smirked and took the box from me. I gasped loudly hearing his words. "Rohan what you mean by shorty. I am not short." I said glaring at him. "Ya. You are not short. You are little." he said and passed me for keeping the box on top of the cupboard. "I am not little Rohan. My height is 5 ft 4 inches." I emphasized.

Wendy caught the distracted look on Sharon's face and broke into a knowing grin. "Sharon, what are you thinking about? Did meeting a gorgeous guy leave you a little hung up on that face? Thomas really is stunning. I've barely ever seen a face like that in person. Although... he looks pretty young. You said he's an adult, right? Is he eighteen or so? Well, you're only two years older than him, that's not much of a gap. You two would actually make sense together." "He's probably in his twenties," Sharon said.

With grad school entrance exams (GRE) looming, everyone was stressed out of their minds when Preston Lewis, the class heartthrob, announced that he'd secured a spot that let him skip the written exam entirely. He even promised he could get the same deal for everyone else. The whole class erupted in cheers and immediately launched into an excited debate over which universities they should choose. But something didn't seem right to me. I moved closer for a look and saw that the screen Preston was showing everyone was just an AI chatbot, Novi. I tried to warn them that Novi was only a chatbot, but my girlfriend, Carly Monroe, shoved me before I could finish. "Anders, you're just mad because

On the spot, he took off his shirt, "You all think I'm a little kid? I’m almost 21, I'm an adult, I've got eight-pack abs, have you ever seen a little kid with eight-pack abs?" Everyone looked at the angry Julio with speechless faces. Kai walked past him and patted him on the shoulder, "We adults aren't usually this childish." Aurora also passed by, she didn't even look at his abs, and spoke faintly, "Put your clothes on, children have poor immunity, it's easy to catch a cold." Damon eyed him, his voice icy and cold: "Julio! I'll give you three seconds to put your clothes on!"

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.

I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Maybe it was helped along by the drinks they’d already had that evening, maybe it was just the playful atmosphere, but all at once, everything seemed calmer, slower… slipping into a softer focus as the moment fell into a delightful, far more serious tone. And that was about the moment Jerry toddled on back, a few weathered frames in his hand. “Ah, my bad. But I thought Aiden might like to see this.” The spell broken, momentarily anyway, Aiden took a bracing swig of her beer as she accepted the photos. Jerry stood near, peering over her shoulder as she looked each one over, and he pointed out everyone in each. “That’s Stacy, your Nan’s friend from high school. And that’s Addie. There she is a

"I know adults who are much shorter than I am. The lifeguard at our pool is half a head shorter and is at least twenty-five years old." "Whatever you say, Shrimp." Luca chuckled, and I shot him a death glare at his terrible nickname. They all laughed and teased me for a moment. I thought Bloody Belly comb Jelly was an exaggeration, but Luca just proved me wrong.

Little girl? In an instant Angel was offended. Did the man call her a kid to insult her? At the age of eighteen, Angel was indeed small, petite and unlike the rest of her family who were tall. Angel is short, thin with wide, clear eyeballs. Now she is wearing black shorts combined with a light blue t-shirt that is slightly oversized. From afar she looks like a boy.