Too Young Too Simple Novels & Stories

"Calm down. He's just a boy." My mother still didn't let it go. "He's picked up a ton of bad habits! All I wanted was for him to learn to be frugal, and now he's making up stories about stomach cancer! I just saw a video, and the child made millions a month even though they were only college kids.

Inhaling a deep breath, Melissa made her way through the throng of people, she had just about made it to the bar when Mr and Mrs Robins and their daughter Anita stopped her. Mr and Mrs Robins owned a hardware business, they probably made enough each year that they were comfortable, Melissa hated and their horse faced daughter, she wasn’t really horse faced Melissa called her that because of her braying laugh and her ability to make people feel uncomfortable. They also behaved like they had money to burn, and that Anita was a debutante.

But if that basketball from earlier had actually hit me in the head really hard, maybe I’d have stopped myself from believing that ridiculous fantasy. Because at Lakeview High? Nothing good ever stayed simple for long.

Then, he tried to rub his furry head against my cheek. Evan was blessed with a head of golden curls. They shone like the afternoon sunlight. I turned my face to the side, looking frigid. "You don't have to make it up to me. You are not the one who betrayed me." 17-year-old Evan had nothing to do with his 27-year-old self who broke our promise. His younger self moaned and sobbed. Tears fell from his sapphire blue eyes. "Bella, how did it come to this?"

His relatives then quickly directed their gifts to Dylan as well, fighting over one another to boast who got the most expensive gift for us. One of his aunts chuckled and said, "I see that Dylan has grown to be more cunning after living abroad for so long." I playfully offered to clap my hand over Dylan's mouth to stop him from spouting nonsense. But he grabbed my hand instead and pulled me closer to whisper in my ear, "I don't know how much longer this feast is going to last… I just want it to be over so we can skip straight to our wedding night. "We can't skip it just because we already have a baby together, can we? Ah, I'm so sleepy…"

*Meadow* This is a world I know nothing about, and to be honest, it is scarier than the supernatural world. I can only sit and watch as Caleb and the other pack members discuss about the legal procedures regarding the new company. What they found out was simple; The New Frontier is the name, a new multinational with only 7 years in the business; it began to implement a type of shifting agriculture system in which they acquired a piece of land and proceeded to exploit the resources until they were gone, and then move to another area, selling the infertile land cheap to farmers, who realised only too late about the truth of their lands. It was really awful how they had scammed so many families

Victoria Graham told me we'd have to postpone getting our marriage license again just as I was picking up my fork. Victoria set down her cutlery, her tone as casual as if she were commenting on the weather. "Next time." I took a bite, chewed, and swallowed. "Okay." She glanced at me, then lowered her head and reached for another bite. Before taking it, she looked up at me again. "You're not angry?" I took another bite and answered calmly, "I'm not." We'd been engaged for six months, and this was the 17th time she'd postponed getting our marriage license. She was used to it. So was I. I ate slowly and finished my meal, one mouthful at a time. She didn't touch her food again. After ta

Never have I heard her complain about anything. She is so simple, so perfect. Sweet, kind, caring, and trusting. ‘’Fuck,’’ I say out loud, knowing that there is truly no turning back. I force my mind to concentrate on work.

“ He used to skip classes in school, and he’s the only heir to their company. That’s why they want someone to teach him business properly.” “ But don’t you think he’s too young for that? At his age, I was eating, sleeping…” Then I blushed, because I was crushing on Timothy too! I spent half of my youth loving him! Sofia shrugged. “ It’s your own fault for thinking your crush would love you back just because he was nice to you. I’m glad it’s not too late for you to come back to your senses. Things are different for rich people. He even has a younger sister, Greatness. She’s just fifteen and already studying abroad. She’s collected six awards at her age! So tell me, how many awards did you hav

Twenty Years Ago…. Being a sixteen-year-old werewolf certainly had its perks and the top of the list was not having any pimples or zits. Having flawless skin while being a teenager was the best relief because when I looked at the rare human in my school, I nearly shuddered with revulsion. Yeah, vanity is a real thing for me.