Teenage Story Novels & Stories

Sarah stared at the television in silence. 'Wild bears strike' the headlines read. The news showed videos and pictures taken by the police of the dead animals and wrecked truck the boys had been at night before. She knew that truck, Jude was always in that truck. She remembered her son saying he would be with his friends at Jude's house studying; She'd never liked that boy, he was a delinquent, always in trouble with school and sometimes even the authorities. She found no reason why he

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

So that thought made her recall and happy that she was going to work with such a guy, she couldn't wait. Unfortunately, things didn't work out like they were supposed to. She was in and out of taxis daily,still trying to reach the chief editor who had promised her the job. She already told her school mates about it and half of her teachers knew about the story. Candice hated embarassment like nothing else. She was just afraid of it,maybe because she was desperate of the job.

, I asked him No I haven't, but I suppose it should be age. You know, if you are eighteen now and you are about to be nineteen, that nine is your age to be which is the conceal part. As for there is a conceal part in the riddle 'always to be, people predict'. What do you think Kid? He said I took two step forward and said, well first of all, I am not a kid, don't you call me a kid anymore. I am Thomas, or you can call me Tom. Any one you like.

Even the teacher. "Let's play fortunately, unfortunately. We'll make a tale ourselves." "After that, we should play Tee or Dee" (Tee or Dee, meaning truth or dare game.) "Yeah!" "Yay! Woohoo!"They cheered. "I'll start."she said. I figured I would be the last. "Fortunately, we have survived three years together in this school." She began. "Unfortunately, things weren't really good, even now." "Fortunately, we have grown in both strength and wisdom."

Regardless of what it was, this time he knew exactly what was going on, as if it had been downloaded into his brain. Anderson was in an orphanage and for some reason, this time he was a teenager. A sixteen-year-old teen to be exact. The teen standing in front of him was Carson. No surname. One of the three teenagers, including himself, and one of his few friends in the Orphanage. Being teenagers, they had long since given up on being adopted. No one wanted to pick a hormonal teen to take care of. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m good.” Anderson answered and he slowly picked himself from the bed. “No vomiting this time. That’s good.” Anderson whispered to himself. Thinking back to the unpleasant first time h

I said. “You need to rest, Jean, you can tell-“ “No, I want to tell you now but first, can you pass me a drink?” I asked as I pointed at the glass of water. Blake chuckled “Here you go.” He took the glass and gave it to me. I drank it all and he put the empty glass back to the table. I held Blake’s hand and looked at him. “When I was 16 years old, I lived a happy life as a teenager. I went to school, played with friends, went to parties and having this cute crush on the most popular guy at school. I was living an ordinary life.”

That being said, here are some fun facts about this book; 1. It’s my first attempt at teenfiction. I was almost certain readers would notice and call me out on that. 2. BBTB was supposed to be a short story project. I was so worried it would be a flop so I planned to make it between 40-80 chapters. But the story grew wings and took off on its own. 3. This is the longest story I have ever written. I am just as surprised as you are and I was pleasantly shocked to see comments wanting their lovestory to go on for much longer. Those comments kept me going even on the bad days. So, thank you.

She was and is going to be the biggest mistake of his life. Evy and Hailey sat at one of the tables in the canteen. She wasn’t a loner in this school. For the past year, she had been part of a group in which there were all kinds of people—geeks, nerds, emo, etc. And actually, she finds it cool. She believed that a person should befriend a variety of people instead of hanging out with one type of person.

Good evening my dearest reader… I’ve been preoccupied these past few days with my new friend. He’s a young boy of seven and he recently was left to his father. His mother has decided to leave him to have a new husband but I believe she has her reasons. But the boy is truly heartbroken so I introduced myself to him. He has now abandoned killing himself and we are pretty close now. Of course, he is not our story for today. The stories will be told by two of my other student friends who have experiences both from the past and present that are oddly similar.