Teens Love Novels & Stories

There's still a huge whole in his heart, but it's getting filled little by little by all the good things that has happened to him. "I love you, guys." He whispered low that Bob and Jin almost missed it. "We love you too." Both of them answered in unison, making all of them laugh. "Why are we suddenly being sentimental here?" Bob shakes his head as he looked at his friends. "This isn't the time to be sad. We should be celebrating!" He urged which made the two smile. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Bob wriggled his brows. Justine groaned. "Oh no no no. I just arrived. I can't go out and party at this state."

Raya changed the conversation. Tian, who knows that Raya joining the Student Council has something to do with Surya, feels jealous even though she knows that Raya will be hurt again. It seems like he is the one who falls in love with Raya, but the owner of the heart doesn't know at all. "There is brother Tian here, Adek Raya. Or is it just the same with me, Ray?" He raised and lowered his eyebrows teasing Raya. "What the hell loe?" Tian annoyed to hit Fadel on the shoulder.

PDA, passive-aggressive flirting, and the kind of teen love that makes strangers both jealous and mildly concerned. Basically? We were doing great.

Aislen looked up at her mother and her mouth opened. “Those boys,” Tiffany guessed. “They are why you’re hesitant. You cannot give up on something like this for a teenage romance, especially one like this one. The rumors going around this town, your behaviour Aislen… This relationship is not a good one, it is… It’s the destructive type of relationship. It’s as if you have joined a gang…”

She hardly paid note to the mess the boy was making. A group of teenagers sat near the back in a booth. Two of them, a brown haired boy and blonde girl sat awfully close, laughing and making fluttery eyes at one other. They were in a relationship, love-sick and very comfortable with PDA. Across from them sat two boys wearing tee's with school logos on them. They all were laughing dreadfully loudly and pushing each other around. What a happy bundle.

We ride in silence for a few moments and my mind goes to what won’t be at the party. My mates. They are up north helping Kennedy’s twin, Blake, with training the boom of wolves up there. And honestly? Thank the Goddess that they won’t be. Your teenage years are supposed to be when you are experimenting with relationships. Learning what it is to be in love, to physically be with another person. You’re supposed to have fun and fall in and out of puppy love over and over and over. But I can’t. I have two mates that I’m already in love with.

I had idolised Erik from that day forward, he was my heart, my love and I prayed to the goddess every day to make him mine. Of course he was oblivious to my teenage obsession, he was a grown man, I watched as the older girls fawned over him and it hurt my heart every time he smiled at one or gave them attention that should have been for me. I let my memory wander to the day he noticed me again for the first time, I was seventeen now and one of the villagers had gone into labour but was in trouble. Even back then he was a healer and they had called on him for help.

We heard footsteps of her mom and we both looked at her as she came. “You should be friends with my daughter, Mike. She never talk and sat beside other kids like now.” Her mom says while kneeling down, placing the box beside me and brought out the cottons and some liquid I never knew about. “Does it hurt much?” Scarlett says while taking a closer look to my elbows and knees. I shook my head and her gray eyes went wide open saying, “Oh, my! Such a strong baby. Mom, he’s so strong. Hey, Mike. Can I be your girlfriend?” I nodded because I understood what she meant not knowing that what she asked for was for adult stuff.

No sane human being would continue being uncomfortable just to spend a couple of extra minutes with someone only because they feel they love them. Loving someone gets more beautiful when you love yourself first, just the same way. Rarely, young people are taught to care about themselves exactly the way they care about their love interest. That is because not every place accepts them in a similar manner. Most of the adults till date do not give proper respect that they must give to teenagers.

A text is more personal. I don’t know how other people see it but to me, when you start texting someone. It means you’re friends, it means you wave at each other when you walk down the school hallway. But I don’t want to overstep, she may be cool with me when we’re outside of the school grounds but I don’t know how she feels about people knowing she and I are cool like that.