Teenager Novels & Stories

"I don't know, my mom won't tell me so I refuse to use her last name" Isabelle couldn't help but scan the girl again, she's younger than her, more like Jamie made less of her but she could tell the girl is 18 because the place she's working at is know for not hiring minors.

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.

It was fresh and invigorating, and it felt like the winds of change were blowing, as though bigger and better things were only a gust away. I was just another 18-year-old in twelfth grade. Unsurprisingly, that also meant I had teenage hormones that raged constantly, and I was always giving in to them. Aside from any pictures or videos I could have found on the internet, there were scores of pretty girls I found quite appealing at school. The combination of the two caused me to fabricate an endless array of fantasies in my head.

I could be petty if I wanted to. "Because you aren't up to eighteen doesn't mean you can barge into people's rooms and do however you please even children could be held accountable. You look almost 18." I stated as a matter of fact staring at the teenage girl before me. She didn't look anything like Alaric or Sinclair. Her bleached blonde hair with red highlights said a lot about the brat. "Your room. Almost 18." She scoffed. "I am just 14 and since when did this room become yours? Who the hell are you?" She barked, looking like she was running out of patience.

Joe stuttered with tears from his eyes as he recalled one of his previous ex's words. “You are too immature” she said after giving him a hot slap on the cheek. That was at age thirty-three, now he was more of an old man than a middle age for he is fifty years old. Joe stood up on his feet after realizing how many pains he might have caused Imelda, he fastened his shoes on and set to return home, his attention suddenly attracts to a scene where a teenager shouted. The teenager fell from a canoe into the big sea. “There's no way he'd survive the wave” a lady commented as people drew near to the scene.

"You're not a teenager for two more years." "That's SO SOON though!" Thomas, eight, made gagging sounds. "Luna going to be TEENAGER? Gross!" "Thomas, be nice to your sister." "But teenagers are WEIRD! They talk about feelings and listen to loud music!" "You listen to loud music," Luna pointed out. "That's DIFFERENT!" Leo, five, wasn't paying attention. He was building with blocks, humming to himself. "Leo, we need to leave soon. Are you ready?"

“Alpha Harvey, I’m not a wh*re. I don’t need to seduce you. And I don't want to.” “And you will watch your language too.” “And brush my teeth three times a day and go to sleep early! Sir, I’m not a child! I am a mature adult and you ought to treat me as one!” “An adult doesn't try to end their life the moment things get serious.” “It is my own life! I can do whatever I want with it!” “Those are the words of a teen. Not an adult. How old are you, girl?” “Twenty two.” “You’re a child.”

Most places were still closed that early in the morning, with the eternal exception of a few beach-gear shops and rentals, right along with an already packed Keisha’s Diner pumping its alluring southern-fried, greasy-breakfast-goodness into the air. “That makes sense,” Aiden replied, giving a nod. She could absolutely relate to that, to the inability to get away from a job you actually like, one that sucks you in without warning or care for any of your vague future plans. “I take it you’re still finding your feet with the practice?” “You could say that,” he agreed. “It’s only been about a year.” She nodded again, settling back and resting her injured hand palm-up on her knee. “But you’re tak

"How about you? Why are you here?" It's the tenth time now that I saw this teenage boy, yet I still can't get over his sea green eyes. He said he's only seventeen, but he doesn't look like seventeen. He looks older than seventeen. "I heard that it's your birthday today." He says, instead of answering the question that I gave him. But it doesn't matter, maybe he doesn't want to answer it. Maybe it's too personal. "Yeah, I'm now twelve." I have no idea why, but I hear him laugh after I told him that I'm now twelve. It's not funny, and he's making it look like turning twelve is amusing. I could be mad at him right now, but the way that his small laugh sounds is preventing me from snapping at hi

Pushing my body against his, I tried to turn us over on the bed and put myself on top, but he stopped me. — I want you so much, it's painful — he whispered, spreading wet kisses across my neck. — I want you too much. — But I can't do that, not while you're a child. Let's wait. In a month, you'll turn eighteen and become an adult. It won't be easy, this waiting, but we can do it.