Teenage Simba Novels & Stories

I felt very shy speaking on this topic so I tried pushing away from it by walking back to the bedroom and sitting on the bed. He took the cue and mind linked a pack member to bring us food. We spent a good part of the night watching movies and eating as we caught up on life and I learned more about Ash Walker's members. Simon was a shunned son of a gamma. They thought he was cursed when he was born seeing as all his other siblings weren't albino. He had run away as a teenager and was starving on the streets when Gerwulf found him. He's the youngest of them, being barely nineteen.

Leo's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and tense. I turned with the speed of light, my finger freezing over Sabrina's name on the screen. Simon. He was walking toward us across the ice, or rather, walking beside it since he wasn't wearing skates. He moved slowly, carefully, like he was approaching a pack of wolves and wasn't sure of his welcome. His hands clutched the straps of his backpack so tightly his knuckles had gone white, and even from a distance, I could see the dark circles under his eyes.

I don't want to wait. "After I mark you, do you want to meet Hunter?" I hear loud purring and start laughing. "Yes. I would love to." Simon moves closer to me, and I watch as he licks his lips while staring at my neck. I’m going to be a snow leopard.

In that exact moment, the dam I had built to hold back all the humiliation, resentment, and helpless agony of the past three years completely collapsed. My mind went blank. Yet the System was still shrieking in my head. "Layla, this is a golden opportunity to break into Kendrick's inner social circle. It's just an old side comb. Trading it for a chance to debut in front of his friends is an absolute bargain. Hurry up and tell him you're okay with it!" I tuned it out completely. Scrambling to my feet, I fixed my glare on Kendrick. The moment he turned to hand the side comb to his assistant, I slapped him across the face with all my strength.

Travis I had my future warriors running the obstacle course. Five teens who showed tremendous potential as warriors. Three boys and two girls, all proud to serve the pack. As they ran the course I looked over where Lyla was sitting in a chair with her cast encased leg proped up on a bench chatting and laughing with some of the she-wolves that had come to watch their mates train. She looked like she belonged, I realized with pride. "Mate is home." Midnight said smugly. He loved seeing her like this. Happy and relaxed.

I again nodded my head and walked upstairs. Mishika stood there up on the bed with her toys and Barbie doll around her. Her cheeks was still wet. Her cheeks turned pinkish white and she looked so adorable. Awww my baby girl! "Mishu Baby......." I went next to her trying to calm her down. "Why is Mufasa doing this? Whom will I play with now. This is not fair." "What is my Simba telling?" Aadhvik entered. "I won't talk to you. I won't!" She crossed her hands and turned to the opposite direction.

He asked with a flat tone looking into my eyes. I felt my heart race. “As in, do like what I have done to you…” I stopped talking when I noticed at how serious he was. “NEVER! That hole where urine comes out through, where monthly blood comes out through, which is so close to where human waste comes out through…me take my mouth there??! Not under the sun. I cannot, pthooooooo!” He imitated the voice of disgust as if throwing up and I could tell for real that was something that he could not do at all, at least not that day.

I lied. from the look of his face I could tell he still got some things to ask before I cuts in... "...Can you take me to the basketball Court?" I asked. "Yeah sure!!" He admits then we proceeded. "How old are you?" He asked. "Am thirteen" I responded without delay then returned the question to him. "Am a year older" he replied. "Wow, that means you're fourteen?" I asked. "Yup" he responded. "For how long have you been in this school? I asked.

You're no different from a stranger. My frosty gaze sent a wave of panic through Jeffrey. He frowned, confused and upset. "What are you talking about? Fifteen years old? Ella, what are you saying? Don't you like me? Didn't you say I was the only one for you? What's this about being 15? Who do you think I am?" He gripped my arm, his voice filled with anger.

"Hey, baby bear..." It was six when I got a phone call from Jeremy. He was my high school sweetheart, now my gay best friend. "Jeremy! Oh my god! It's been years! How did you get my number?!" I shrieked at him. "Bear bear, I'm Jeremy the computer geek that you loved, and adored throughout highschool. Finding your number is a walk in the park for me." "Pfft... More like Jemy the stalker. But yes I love you. You know I still do! So...are you back in the states now? Or hopefully back in town?"