Teenage Love Novels & Stories

Chloe whispered again, clutching my arm tighter. “Get it into your thick skull,” Tae-jun continued, his tone turning colder, sharper, “I don’t like you.” His eyes dragged over her, judging. “You’re not my type. You’re too stiff. Too boring. You weren’t it back then when you wrote that embarrassing love letter to me—and you’re definitely not it now.” Tina’s face flushed. “That was years ago! I was ten. Get over yourself.” He shrugged. “Just making things clear. And if you must know…” He smirked. “I’ve already found the love of my life.”

Under the sound of her sweet voice singing to me, I heard the quiet suckling Eve's body made at the point where we became one. "Mm, yeah...," I quietly uttered as a quick surge of pleasure swept through me. In that moment, we were nothing more than just a couple of lusty teenagers expressing our sexuality. The scent of her perfume emanated off her sweaty body, briefly overtaking my senses. Our bodies shifted and thrust against the gently crinkling grass beneath us. It was a welcome change to the indoors of school. It felt so good making love to her out in the open freedom of the outdoors.

Soon, the queen would summon all of us to the vast garden for tea and football. As much as I wanted to reserve energy, Justin didn't care at all. He went down on me, and the idea that we could be called any time made it completely hot. He was ruining me, and I loved every second of it. His touch was slowly erasing the bad memories I had associated with intimacy. Honestly, my eighteenth birthday couldn't be so far away right now because I knew Justin wouldn't go all the way until I was of age. Speeding up the clock was necessary, but the sun and moon would still take the time they needed for time to pass.

"You call this stalking redemption? I don't need your guilt-driven babysitting. You owed me loyalty. You owed me faith. Not this... this obsessive shadowing!" His chin dropped to his chest. "...I'm sorry." Bella inhaled sharply, forcing the lump in her throat down. "Stop trespassing in my life. Just... disappear." She spun on her heel before he could see her eyes glisten. Damian remained rooted, arms limp at his sides. Tears blurred his vision as his nails bit into his palms. "Then tell me," he whispered to the empty space she'd occupied, "how do I stop loving you?"

Everlasting Love is a book that talks about the undying love of Emeka for Rose who was his school mates. It shows that destiny can never be denied, even though Rose never gave him a chance to prove his love for her, Emeka was still persistent and never gave up, Rose never accepted because of the obvious different financial status quo between them. While Emeka was from a rich home, Rose was from a poor home, as a result, Rose didn't want to associate herself with Emeka in order not to be seen as a gold digger.

She cringes and so do I. Please stop. Please stop. I cried in my head inwardly. She continues. "A guy's penis when aroused- Wait I should tell you how they get aroused first! Okay, scratch out the first words for now. A guy gets aroused when he's attracted to a woman. When he wants to make love to her- She clears her throat. "Okay scratch everything. Let me start over. " After a second had passed she indeed started over. "When two people love each other, they will want to show each other how they feel by engaging in an act called making love. But teenagers nowadays call it fucking."

"Alright, Sophia, spill the beans. What's your first love story?" I chuckled, reminiscing about the awkwardness of teenage infatuation. "Oh, my first love? Brace yourself; it's a classic high school tale. There was this guy named Jake. He played guitar in a band and had this 'bad boy with a soft side' vibe. Totally had my teenage heart fluttering." Lucas leaned back, a grin playing on his lips. "Ah, the classic bad boy appeal. Did it end in heartbreak or a happily-ever-after?"

He made me feel alive once again, made me realize I could be happy, he always told me not to think of my dad as a missing part. “He lives in you” was exactly his usual statement. I was only happy after he came into my life. What do you say about high school love? Happily ever after? Hahaha, funny! Do you think a girl and a boy will fall in love at 17 and spend the rest of their lives together? Bullshit! What happens to all the love? Your prom date? Those were our vulnerable days, we want to explore, meet new people, try new things, not everyone marries their high school sweetheart, well except the lucky ones.

Another stretch of silence sprawled into the office. My palms were cold and sweating, while anxiety churned in my stomach. Father sighed, holding his head. “Sit down, both of you.” Zephyr nodded once, and we sat on the chair across the desk, facing my father. “Both of you are too young to fall into the kind of love that can truly be called love. What happens during teenage years is infatuation, experimentation and attraction. None of that can be counted as love.” A strange uncomfortable feeling took over me hearing those words. Maybe I wanted to say that he was wrong, but what exactly was true love?

I smiled, selected a romantic film with a same-sex storyline, and sat down beside him as the movie began to play in soft hues across the room. The film unfolded through four short stories, each portraying love at different stages and in varying forms. The first story centered on two eighteen-year-old high school students, each quietly noticing the other from afar, bound by the awkward beauty of young attraction. In the shared spaces of their school, they observed each other, hearts fluttering yet hesitant, neither daring to take the first step. They existed in a delicate balance, close yet distant, until graduation loomed, and they finally confessed their feelings. Only then did they realize