Short Adult Novels & Stories

Edward It was closing time, the students were out of their class chattering as they walked to the school gate. Edward, a seventeen-year-old, tall, with long legs, his white sun-kissed, walks calmly amidst them, hands in his pockets as he listens to his two friends bickering. "Ed, back me on this." Elliot, the shortest among the three, being 5'9ft, his white hair was in messy bangs, and his shirt was not tucked in, he nudged Ed with his elbow to grab his attention.

I have to admit, she's taller than other girls in this pack. "I am not short," She states. I roll my eyes. "Whatever you say, midget," I say to annoy her. She glares at me angrily. "Just because you're a fucking giraffe does not mean I'm short in any way. I'm 5'8," She states. "I'm not a giraffe. I am 6'2," I reply. She rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, without saying a word. I sigh, walking over to my drawer and grabbing a pair of basketball shorts.

Ophelia nodded. She managed a small smile. “False alarm.” Elara exhaled dramatically. “Thank God. I mean… no offense, Mom… but I’m not ready to be an aunt yet. I’m still figuring out how to adult myself.” Marcus snorted from across the table. “You’re twenty-one. You’ve been adulting since you were twelve.” Elara flicked a piece of pancake at him. “Shut up. You’re not helping.” Sloane… sitting quietly beside Marcus… smiled into her coffee.

The audacity? "I am nineteen, and an adult." I try to explain. "Okay. I am sorry ma'am. I apologize ma'am." He says sincerely managing to pacify half of my annoyance. In what way do I look fifteen? Forget about the short height. Nineteen year olds can be short too. Or is it the lack of boobs? "Still it is dangerous for you to walk around without any guardian around. Did you come with someone, ma'am?" "No." I lie.

I tried to focus on the world outside, pushing back the overwhelming thoughts and the sadness that clung to me since I formed the bond with my mate. "We're going to this place called Shortie's," Conor replied. His tone was clipped, leaving me unsatisfied. I found myself stealing a glance at him. For all his rough edges, he was handsome in his own way. If he trimmed his beard and hair, he'd be quite attractive, especially for someone around my dad's age. But he was older than me, already in his late thirties.

I was a senior in high school, and having just turned 18, I thought I was everything. I was HOT and I knew it, and loved flaunting my best assets. I was a total cock tease to all the boys and even older men. It helps that I have a killer body, standing almost 6' tall, long wavy blonde hair, full firm 36C breast, and long slender legs that end at a perfect bubble butt ass.

🚩 Third Person's POV 🚩 Lucy Leiberman was warming her daughter, Harper's dinner in the kitchen and humming to Ed Sheeran's thinking out loud. She was waiting patiently for the microwave. She wants to tuck Harper in because she doesn't want her to stay late today. The little girl thinks she also have the right to sleep late just like her Mummy and Daddy but she doesn't know she is still little. Her mummy tells her she is still a baby but she argues and replies with, "Stop calling me a baby, mum. I'm an adult." or when she is not in the mood to argue, she just shrugged and say, "you won't understand." And it's true, neither her Mum nor her Dad understand why a 6 year old girl will claim to b

I give myself a little shake and fling my covers back, I’ll think about the dream later, for now I need to get to training. I get up and start rummaging through the clothes flung over the old chair in my room, I rummage around till I find a t-shirt, and running shorts. They are both massive on me and completely swamp my petit form. I’m tiny. At 4ft10inch, I haven’t grown in ages, and although I being small helps me stay out of trouble, I really hope I have some growing left to do, because it would completely suck to be this short forever.

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

It is four in the evening; Sharon is having some Grilled BBQ Chicken, sitting with Anna and Barbara when they are joined by Jonathan and Mahi. Mahi, she is a slender 18 years old woman, triangular face, straight brown hairs with fronts bangs, small brown eyes, straight pointy nose, huge duck lips and fair skin and a little acne along her jaw line. Meanwhile Gordon is speaking with his father and Jim, whereas Scott is lying on a nearby pool chair, listening to their conversation pretending to be asleep.