Wicked Age Rating Novels & Stories

I walked over and hugged her, "Just the human's rule about sex with underage." "We are werewolves! The human's rule should not apply to us!" Willa huffed in frustration, rolling her eyes. The coldness made her cheeks redder, like a delicious apple. "Well, the human's high school ends at 18, but ours at 19, so," I shrugged, "Would you rather prefer our timeline then?" I wouldn't have been able to wait for another year even if she wanted to.

“C'mon, it can't be that bad. That's just a place for people with insatiable appetites,“ “Did I say that out loud?“ I asked, wondering if my thoughts had been heard. “Nah, it's all over your face. You feel disgusted,“ His eyes trailed over me, “You ain't exactly prudish, so I'm guessing you ain't a fan of PDA?“ “I'm not a fan of porn, especially one as dark as what I'd just witnessed,“ “Well, I beg to differ,“ He chuckled. ”It's a hard world, lady. Most of us get random, stubborn boners. We need a place like this to ease off,“ “But there were teenagers back there…" “Over 18, I assure you.“ “Still doesn't make it feel right!“ “In all honesty, I've never heard that sexual urges respect ages. Y

the lady explained to Zannie. "Okay. I hope the kids are kind and they won't complain about my teaching." Zannie glanced at the twenty children in the 8-10 age range. "That's not it. I know you can do it. Are you still?" Ms. Aida smiled and laughed before she left. She raised a smile on the children staring at her. "Good morning to all of you!"

He lifted one of his hands to my neck and ran his fingers over my marking spot. “I can’t wait until you can wear my mark, it will look beautiful, almost as beautiful as you.” I swatted his arm playfully at his sweet words. It was a law that you couldn’t mark a wolf until they had come of age until they were 18. The consequences could be severe, Prince or not. There was a high chance that if a minor was marked they would become infected and they could die. Not to mention, if the crime was committed, the person could face imprisonment or worse, death. It was considered a violation and fell under the law of child abuse.

“Aren’t you scared he’s just using you? That you’re all in, and he’s just killing time?” Dear God, grant me the strength not to launch this glass at Irene’s Botox-free forehead. “I’m an adult. So is he. We’re both single. What’s the issue?” I shrugged with peak indifference, just in time to catch Rachel nearly choking on her drink from holding back a laugh. “Age gaps and social class are real problems,” Irene said, deadly serious. “Please. Age is relative,” I shot back, folding my arms. “And social class, what does that even mean anymore?”

I really couldn't understand why, but their explanation was that what a Wolfshadan child can do at fifteen, many young adults above twenty from other nations will not be able to do it. "I'm guessing I gave you a little scare there, huh?" Eirik Wolfsbane chuckled, pointing at me as he approached the platform where we were seated. "A little" I demonstrated with my palms, showing a tiny opening between my thumb and my index finger. He grinned satisfactorily. I found myself hoping he and his fighters would live up to the legend about them. "It's still something, but I bring grave news." His countenance suddenly changed and so did his expression.

I have two young werewolf babies walking around a pack of potential mates. “With Alpha werewolves like Leon and me, we can sense our mate before we turn 18. And if our mate isn’t 18 and we are over 18 it is a stronger feeling. But the age to be mated and marked between someone under 18 and someone over 18 is prohibited. It’s against the law. Werewolf law, and human law.” He reassures me.

Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° Xyrra’s POV

As I openly stare at them kissing, I can't help but feel ripped off. I made a wish for Ace to return and instead, Wicked did. Even on my 21st birthday, the Gods like to make me suffer.

I liked him bossy, he was hot whenever he was bossy, but I didn't tolerate his bossiness for the wrong reasons. As I entered Lakies, I went to sit over at the same spot Wolfe and I used this morning. A waitress came to ask me if I wanted to order something, so I ordered a G&T. I wasn't 21 yet but I was a werewolf now and for werewolves, 18 was the legal age! After she brought me my drink and glared at me as if she caught onto me. I was 18 but omegas were small and I was smaller than the average demihuman male in Icedale.