Unfathomable Senior Novels & Stories

He walked over and handed her a glass of champagne. Yvette shook her head. “I just thought that it felt strange. A year ago, I was trapped on that rainy night. I was trapped in a love that would never be returned. Now, my work is on the international stage.” “That’s life.” Jett leaned against the railing. “Sometimes things feel impossible to heal. But those cracks let the light in.” He paused and took a small velvet box from his pocket.

She told me my powers were cursed, and if the Alpha ever discovered that I was a descendant of the long-lost Moonclaw bloodline, my fate would be sealed—I’d be executed without hesitation. My mother devoted her entire life to shielding me from the outside world, hiding my powers from everyone. No one knew about my abilities except for my parents. So how does Uncle Garrick know? The pack’s soldiers came to drag me out of the house, their rough hands gripping my arms. I screamed, begged, and cried, but my pleas fell on deaf ears. Just as they were about to hang me, Uncle Garrick suddenly stepped forward. “But she’s a healer, Alpha!” Garrick declared.

The council hall was filled with a smoky scent that always cuts around the atmosphere of the room. Not a warm aroma from a fireplace, but a sharp smell from herbs being burned for clarity – a traditional ritual to keep the mind of the elders alert. This night, the smoke was so heavy that even Alpha Jarius found himself coughing as he walked into the hall. Before him, is a long table that gives out light coming from flashes of torchlights. Seven elders were seated in their finely designed chairs around the table, with their faces giving expression of aging and suspicion. They all looked at him as he entered knowing the meeting would not be to his favor.

"Okay class have fun with Mr. Zandoval and with your history class, thank you again sir for the time." "No problem, sir." Says our professor "Okay class, fun is over, please get your textbooks and turn them to page 132." "Awwww" everyone reacted inside the room. Where's the fun in that? "Don't expect me to go easy on each one of you, especially you Mr. Zandoval. We go for quality education here and not hierarchy, no offense towards your family. But I doubt that your family is like that." Why does our professor say that with a straight face? He is cool sometimes, literally making my nose bleed. History professors are scary.

“It is crawling into midnight, do you think he would still come?” “I know him – he's ruthless and cunning, he would never let a suspicion slip him by.” Alpha Danes's POV. As soon as Lucia left the house, I went to Austin and together, we went to the sage. “I guess she isn't in the house anymore.” He grinned as he got to him without sparing us a glare. “Who are you?” “A sage.” He looked at me, a smirk spread across the concern of his lips. “What's your name?” Austin's deep voice bellowed.

In the face that's probably why we are such great friends. Over the last ten years whenever I see my parents I get the same lectures as when I was still a teenager. Now thirty and holding down a good job as a planner for an events organizing company, I'm still seen by them as the teen dropout who can never do anything right. By this point though, I'm past caring about their opinions. They have one perfect daughter to be proud of, I'm fine with being who I am these days.

I tried the flaterry route if all else fails pander to his ego, "You've been incredibly generous with your extentions, and as I said I would have your money tomorrow." "Generous," he scoffed, "When have I ever been associated with generosity," I was digging my own grave. Of course, a man like him would take being generous as an insult. I had completely forgotten that men like Warren Astor were a different breed, their humanity had been stripped from them the moment they were born, not just with a silver spoon in their mouth but an entire set of cutlery. "Never, you've never been sir." There was a glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes, he seemed more relaxed, the tension in his jaw had s

Seraphina rolled her eyes, her teenage rebellion in full force. "But Uncle, it's sooo boring! I'll just be a burden, and everyone will stare at me like I'm some spoiled rich kid." Mace didn't mince words, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seraphina, you are a spoiled rich kid, and that's exactly why you need to be there. This is a family duty, and I won't have you embarrassing me by playing the lazy teenager card." Seraphina huffed, clearly frustrated with her uncle's unyielding stance.

Charlie asked in surprise, “What is wrong with Senior University? Isn’t that just a university for the elderly and the senior citizens?” Jacob had a gloomy expression on his face as he said, “Don’t you know that there are a lot of old men who have no wives at Senior University? They are just a bunch of nasty old men who are not there to learn or enrich themselves! They are simply there to look for a wife and companion!” After he was done speaking, Jacob said nervously, “Your Aunt Hall is so beautiful. Wouldn’t all the old men be interested and constantly thinking about her?” Charlie laughed before he said, “Then, can you stop people from thinking about her?”

The kind that said I’m not offended, please don’t feel awkward, everything is fine, I promise I’m not crying inside. But maybe I was… “I don’t know,” I said lightly. “When I meet the right person, I suppose.” Polite. Acceptable. Non-confrontational. My aunt nodded, satisfied, but only temporarily. These questions were never one-and-done. They came in layers, like an onion of judgment. “Well,” she added, “you’re not getting any younger, love.” Ah. There it was. The follow-up punch.