Springtime Youth の小説・ストーリー

Then, he lightly bit down on my collarbone. “Who remembers? I do. Very clearly. Since you’ve forgotten, you should start thinking about how you’re going to make it up to me tonight.” Fireworks suddenly ignited at the foot of the mountain. It was probably from the school, as it marked the final event of the graduation ceremony. Explosions of light bloomed across the night sky and momentarily illuminated the darkness. It was a night of celebration with laughter and joy. I had finally found my answer, even if that answer was a little reckless, even if it exhausted me all night.

A few people come here because they like it, mainly to see the team members. Students in New London have a common forum to talk about all schools. To speak about K&Y University, people still accept volleyball and soccer teams as the most beautiful boys. Just in soccer, too many people can't compete, so more people are rushing to apply for volleyball this year. That's why the well-known attraction to handsome men is always a girl's weakness.

"Let me walk you upstairs, Ms. Grant," someone said. I turned to see a man in a suit. His lapels were open wide enough for me to vaguely see his collarbones. I could also see that he didn't have anything else on underneath. Hmph. Trying this again, huh? I turned him down and sashayed upstairs to my room. My name was Sasha Grant. I was the second-in-command at a live stream company. Whenever I went on business trips, people would use various excuses to curry favor with me—they wanted the resources I had in hand.

I could do whatever I wanted with it and fill it with whatever scent I fancied. Before I set my phone to silent mode, a message popped up on the screen. I had edited the sender's information to a string of numbers, and the message consisted only of a short sentence. [Spring is here. The ginkgo tree has blossomed where our baby is]. I deleted the message and did not reply. The pair of baby socks lay quietly on the white cloth beneath the window. I turned off the lights in the living room and entered my bedroom. I had an early morning the next day.

I was really grateful when she began speaking again and he calmed down some, "Zavier, I need to speak with you first." I feel the Sparks change to Zaviers' and she says, "I understand that you believe it's unfair that although you have indeed found your Mate. That you have not matured and come of age yet, is this correct?" Really, he's upset at still being young? Youthfulness is so fleeting that it should be cherished and not rushed. Because once it's gone you can't get it back. He pouts saying, "Yes it's unfair! Why didn't I grow up like Tank did?" Selene simply says, "Because Tank needs to protect your Mate, and there are many things that you still need to learn, Young One." Then she turns

Breaking out into a toothy grin, she began swaying along to the music. “Fuck it!” “WE GOT NO MONEY BUT WE GOT HA-HEEEAAART!” Brody chortled, sweeping in to link her arms with mine and Liza’s. I included Vasha in the chain, and we jumped around like a bunch of giddy idiots. In a naturally high state, I studied everyone in the circle gratefully. Thinking about how much we’d all changed in the last four months. ********************

New Beginnings, Old Connections Spring Junior Year The halls of Whitney Young Magnet High School were as bustling as ever. Sade walked down the corridor, adjusting her sleek braids as her phone buzzed again. Her boyfriend, Travis, had sent her a text—another “good morning” message that always made her smile. High school had turned out to be everything she’d expected: social, busy, full of possibilities. She felt like she had it all—friends, a relationship, and her place on the dance team.

The gym had pulsed with restless energy, a mix of sweat, expensive cologne, and teenage excitement thick in the air. Fairy lights, lazily draped across the basketball hoops, cast a warm, artificial glow over the crowd. The student council’s chosen playlist blasted through the speakers, a chaotic blend of pop anthems barely cutting through the chatter and bursts of laughter. The Annual Spring Fling. A tradition carried out every third week after resumption. It wasn’t exactly necessary, but we all needed the release.

** Breaking New Ground** Spring in Seabreeze had fully arrived, bringing with it vibrant blooms and the soft hum of renewed life. The town was bustling with activity, the streets filled with locals and tourists eager to soak up the mild weather and the charm that only a coastal town like Seabreeze could offer. For Claire and Ethan, the season symbolized not just the renewal of nature, but also the blooming of their own dreams.

Division bred weakness. Winter had been silent for so long that August had begun to think he would not answer at all. The Lycan’s broad shoulders had remained motionless, his dark hair catching the firelight like frost on iron. The only sound had been the wind clawing at the glass and the occasional pop of sap in the logs. Then, quietly, almost too quietly, Winter had spoken. “Spring.” August had blinked, caught off guard. “Spring?” “The first week.” Winter had still not turned. His voice had been flat, deliberate, as though he were reading from a battle plan rather than naming his own son. “After the thaw begins but before the passes open fully. Fewer travelers. Fewer eyes. Fewer chances fo