Teenager Novels & Stories

Everyone cheered loudly as soon as the song started playing. Sweat rolled down the teenager’s forehead continuously, slipping off his sexy collarbone. His sharp eyes had an evil glint to them but the emotion in them carried an intensity not of his age. Judging from his looks, Cea seemed to be around twenty years old, so he must be a college student. The second-year students had their examinations today, while the third, first, and fourth-year students were apparently on break; could he also be from the same university?

Mikhail's pov: Rooh. This was the only name stuck in my mind now a days. This girl is the blunder of chaos, she had become nineteen year teenager but still act like a five year toddler. Sometimes they act even more mature than her. I have seen so many teenager girls who would be at their high time and tries to gain attention the males around her. They likes attention on themselves and for that they do make over of themselves and tried to come out more sophisticated and we'll mannered.

Their sharp teeth showed. I could feel my heart beating at a unusually fast pace. I was ready for anything, I did not allow fear to control me, I was ready to face anything. The door was still wide open, and in came a group of teenage boys, way younger than me. But some seem to be my age. They were 15 in number. Their eyes glowed, their teeth sharp just like those of Jake and Sheamus. I had never seen them before. They all bowed in Jake's presence.

How that 16 years old teenager wished to take all the pain of his family on his own. Noelle knew that Rican was not a type of person who was capable of showing his emotions through his words. Even at that mere age of 16, he had grown up a lot and had started understanding and handling things around him like an adult and mature person under the guidance of his and her parents.

He was eating the snicker bar with a smirk on his face "At this rate, I won't be needing to pay for N*****x. You two are providing me with all the romance I'll ever need.” He took another bite of his snickers and leaned against the bookcase next to him. “Hey kid.” Adrian said “ How old are you?” “How does that concern you?” The kid replied. "Kid you're like 13. How the fuck did you get in here or better still, how the hell did you get in the school?

My heart skipped a beat as I took in his adorable expression. "Okay," I said, nodding my head in acceptance, my voice barely above a whisper. "When I was thirteen, I used to hang out with a few kids older than me at school. They were seniors, and I thought it was cool to hang out with them since my brother was always busy. If he wasn't busy with schoolwork, he was busy with his volunteer jobs, which he had registered for at school and in the community." Adrian started, and I tried so hard not to picture his thirteen years old self, hanging out with a group of guys much mature and older than he was.

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

“What the hell kinda name is that?” Scarlett shrugged, her fingers nervously picking at the edge of the table. “It’s just his name, Daddy. He’s cool.” Talon leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, the steam from his coffee curling between us. “Cool, huh? What’s he into? Skateboarding? Grand theft auto? How old is this kid? He sounds like trouble.” She rolled her eyes, her tone defensive. “He’s fourteen. And he’s not trouble. He’s… different. You don’t even know him.”

I said. The door creaked open and I heard a gasp, it was the guy downstairs, he was covering his eyes. I scanned around the room to see what was making him do that but there was nothing, then I realized. "Have you never seen a guy shirtless before?" I asked, raising a brow. "Y-yes I h-have." he stuttered. "How old are you?" I asked, not knowing it would offend him until I saw his sulky expression. "I'm 17, same as you." he whined.

I hesitated to ask, as the mere thought was too much to process. My life had been turned upside down, and I was still struggling to come to terms with my new reality. Just two weeks ago, I was a 16-year-old high school student, and now, at 20, I was faced with a plethora of unanswered questions. Would I be able to finish school? How would I explain the sudden age gap to my friends? Would I simply brush it off as "supernatural stuff" and hope they didn't pry further? The uncertainty was suffocating, and I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning in the chaos of my own life.