Teenager Novels & Stories

“Chase-what-what did you do to them? Please leave them out of this. They-they - they all have nothing to do with this. It’s-it’s between me and you," Chase knelt down in front of Roman and wrapped Roman's blonde hair around his fingers, tugging his head upwards so he'd be able to match his stare. “Should I tell you an interesting story, Costello?” Sophia pleaded. “Chase, please,” Chase ignored her and continued speaking. “Your choice doesn't matter anyway. I’m still going to tell you the story. So this is it. There was this young teenage blonde haired boy who always wanted to be an engineer. You know, his life was the perfect definition of complete? He lived with his mum, dad and lousy twin

Or with Jase. “You ready?” Jase asked, picking me up from Fred Meyer. I’d been working at the supermarket since I was sixteen, and the money was helping to put me through school. I was twenty-one and ready to take on the world. “I don’t know,” I admitted, gripping his jacket. “You haven’t told me what we’re doing.” “It’s gonna involve you naked and me licking every inch of your body.” I shivered, biting my lip. “How exactly is that going to happen?”

Arc One: Teenage Years — Seven Children Growing Fast Seven years after adopting the triplets and twins, the Harper-Emery household buzzed with a mix of teenage energy, sibling rivalry, and small victories. • Eliana (16) — thoughtful, protective of younger siblings, balancing academics and art. • Mateo (15) — adventurous, curious, a natural mediator between the triplets. • Lucas (13) — protective, slightly stubborn, loves coding and strategy games. • Adrian (13) — adventurous, outdoorsy, often dragging Theo into mischief.

If I can't recognize my self no one will be able to guess it is me. On my way to the store, I pass a group of teenage boys leaning on their bikes, that would be bicycles, and smoking. The roughly look like they are thirteen or something. I make eye contact with the one in the middle who looks like he is in his late teens. He smiles and winks at me causing all members of their little gang to look at me.

The sound of metal screaming against metal was so loud I woke up crying. I grabbed my bag and headed out the door before they could ask me if I was okay. I couldn't tell them. If the government sensors in our walls picked up on my "instability," I’d be marked as a failure before I even took the test. The city was already waking up. Thousands of us, all seventeen-year-olds in identical grey uniforms, walked toward the Academy. The cameras were everywhere, perched on top of buildings like mechanical birds, watching our every move, measuring our heart rates, recording our eye movements.

He looked at me "You're sure you're not fifteen or sixteen?" He said. What? People usually say I look more than my age but he's saying something different. "I'm eighteen, infact, I ought to be done with high school. What wrong about it?" "Oh nothing, it's just that you don't look like you're my classmate nor my age mate" He said. "Wow, you are in grade twelve too?" "Yeah but we aren't age mate, I would turn Nineteen in few months time" He scoffed.

It was dusk already and Nick and his family, were having dinner together at the dining table. Nick was bothered with the trouble he'd have to face but the rest of his family had no knowledge about it. Nick didn't want them to worry, so he decided to bring up a conversation. "Mom, dad, after this holiday, which school are Chloe and I going to? " Nick asked. "Oh, yeah, son. I totally forgot about that. Nick, you're now in grade seven right? And Chloe, grade three? " His mom questioned. "Yeah mom. So, which school are we going to? " Nick asked again. "Stop pestering us. You still have two months to go before school starts. So, before then, we would consider and arrange that. " Mr. Phillip assur

Not too long after, a small, bubbly girl putting on all pink and holding a lollipop, raced over to the woman as soon as she sighted her from the entrance of the café. The woman bent and scooped her up in a hug. Then she tickled the girl. The little girl's squeals and laughter rang out around the small and cozy café that smelled of minted syrup. A teenage girl of sixteen years strolled in leaisurely with a fake stroller that obviously held a doll. She walked up to the woman and the girl. Judging from the stern look she recieved from the woman, you'd know she was late for the appointed time. The teenager gave the woman a meek, apologetic look and they all exited

Nice shades of orange and yellow and brown. Rain enter into into teenagerhood. He was 17, nearly 18, practically an adult in boy terms. He filled out over the course of three years, as well as got taller. He was almost as tall as me. He was a strong and determined young man who set out to do anything he set his mind to.