Teenage Story Novels & Stories

TEENS LOVE [Season 1] Episode(1) ★ (THE GENESIS) * Ding, ding, ding, ding! The bell at a safe distance from the school Tower chimed. I could see a middle-aged people and beyond, gallivanting All over the school buildings. "What was the bell rang for?" I said instinctively. Not too long, my school fellows quickly arranged their text books and started walking out of the class at once, going on a different ways as good as other students.

The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before. It's a tall muscular boy with shoulder length blond hair tied in a low ponytail. He looks really pretty. I don't think I've ever seen him at our school before. There aren't many students or teachers here and I'm pretty sure I know each and every one of them by face. Is he new here? That would be weird, transferring so late into the school year. But if he's here, that means he's a witch. Is he transferring from another witch academy or a normal human high school?

“Someone took pictures of me that night and they posted the pictures online which went viral.” “Ahuh.” I was listening with both ears open and even though I was distracted by Jayler’s face, the story was more than enough to have my attention. This, just like any other, is just a normal teenage predicament that most popular kids go through. I instantly deduced that Jayler’s a bit of a popular kid at his school

Trying to make it through school on an empty stomach was really unpleasant. I knew from experience after the multiple times the school bus got to school too late for me to catch breakfast. As I headed toward my first period, I stopped at a nearby water fountain and decided to drink up a lot of water—and I mean a lot of water. It was desperate attempt by a hungry teen to fill an empty belly.

Anyway my story is an A+ romantic one I supposed. “Please, can you tell us that?” Begged by Alexa and Arie. “Okay, okay.” I stated then sit comfortably and started narrating. “Day after day the situation never changed. A fight with Tiffany, cheer from my supporters, greetings from the students and an endless competition.” I began. ***

"Long,long ago, there was a hermit who lived deep in the heart of the swamp. His life was a simple one, he loved the swamp and its solitude. But he hated adults and children alike, and he despised TEENAGERS. He considered them a lousy bunch of overgrown kids who loved noise. Then civilization grew, cities and towns were built but no one bothered about the swamp. It was uninhabitable, they said. One day a bunch of teenagers decided it would be fun to go camping in the swamp. You know how teenagers are, they made a lot of noise, drank alcohol, smoked weed and made a mess everywhere. The hermit was upset cos of their actions and decided to teach them a lesson. Due to his absence from civilizati

At least my secret wasn’t as humiliating for me. “Okay. I wrote a short story in high school, based on my life. It was about a girl who didn’t get along with her parents, and dreamed of having a completely different life. She got along really well with this couple who loved her like their own daughter, and she always wished that this couple could be her parents instead.” I looked at him, expecting him to laugh at me, or to tell me that that was a stupid idea for a story, but he looked like he was interested in what I was saying.

"I don't care what they say, I'm in love with you. They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth. My heart's crippled by the vein, and I can't stop crying..." I lingered there, the words echoing my own story. I first met Ted at 17 and had bent myself for him ever since. Now I was hitting 30, and this madness had to end. That night, dreams transported me back to the teenage Ted—the boy who had transferred to our small-town high school in his sophomore year. While the other boys were still scruffy and unpolished, he arrived in a black down jacket, with curls framing his forehead and a tall, lean frame that made him stand out.

001 EAVESDROPPING NOVA I thought my last year in junior high school was bad enough. But senior year? My backpack slides off my shoulder as I kick the door shut behind me. Classes has been brutal enough already... three quizzes, one failed interview attempt with the lacrosse captain, and Mia Thompson hovering around the media room like a vulture waiting for my weakness. Which, unfortunately for me, she'd probably find soon. Because tomorrow morning's publication deadline is hanging over my head, and I still don't have a story strong enough to stay ahead of her. I blow out a breath, rubbing my temple as I walk toward the living room.

She needed the accountability of a grade, the competition of her peers. She tossed her textbook aside and fished under her bed for The Story Girl. The title had worn off, she’d read it so many times, but Kylee never tired of the main character and her stories and travels. The library had given up trying to get it back years ago, and Kylee just kept reading it.