Worst Generation Novels & Stories

For two years of high school, I tutored the entire class for free. My classmates remembered everything I had done for them, and they were grateful. Then, halfway through senior year, a transfer student arrived. "Two years of tutoring, and your grades are still stuck in the middle. That only proves your tutor is useless!" Selene Chevalier remarked. Right after that, she posted her own report card from Enasteri High School. She had scored near-perfect marks in every subjects. Selene: [I've always believed in balancing work and rest. I never waste time on things that don't pay off. Look at me. I relax and have fun every single day, and I still get scores like these. If nobody minds, I'll t

"Please... please mum..." Eleanor kept pleading. "Whatever, you better be home at a responsible hour and do not even think of getting pregnant out there. You still have at least a year left to graduate and I am not in any way financially buoyant enough to take care of you and a child out of wedlock." Her mum stated "Mum!! Come on have some faith in me." Eleanor uttered with her hands folded with creased brows. "Didn't your best friend, Patricia's grandmother had faith in her before she ran off with some hoodlum from the streets? Well, I am not buying that faith shenanigans thing, just don't get pregnant." Her mum vehemently said.

“Oooh, a wood chipper. Can’t you kill Baron that way?” I laugh and shake my head. “These are fifth- and sixth-generation neophytes. They’re easy to kill. Baron will break the wood chipper before it reaches his knees.” I empty my glass and put it to the side. “They’re getting worse you know? With each new generation, they’re worse.” “What does that mean?”

My big brother's a handful, huh? Alana rolled her eyes. Her sorority sister was a romantic. Alana wasn't. She'd given that up after her fiance broke their engagement. Once was hard enough, but to be dumped twice? Alana had a stellar record, falling for men who seemed to find the right girl after they'd already proposed to her. It was humiliating and the reason she didn't ask a guy for promises. They couldn't keep them. Stefan wasn't any different. Well, maybe a little. He knew the meaning of honor, at least.

But before they could say anything, I continued, "But whatever your reason is, I won't help you." "Can you really bear to see me and your father struggle?" Mom screamed. "Do you know how stressed he's been over his business?" There it was again. Ever since I was brought back to this family, I'd never had a share of the good—only the burden of the bad. Originally, the person who was supposed to marry Gideon hadn't been me. But coincidentally, something happened to the Hawthornes around that time, and they were on the brink of bankruptcy.

“Gate Master Tyr, you have not answered my question. Which elder’s son are you?” For Zillion and the others, the people they looked down on the most would be the second generation of Six Doors, the children of the elders in the organization. This was because the elders were the most rotten part of Six Doors. Those b*stards enjoyed and reaped the benefits the organization received. They had the power and strength to make a change, yet they refused to work outside and just leisurely stayed home like lazy worms. And the second generation was even worse. Born with silver spoons in their mouths, they got everything they wanted without lifting a finger. Yet, they were influenced by the bad.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.

I stupidly ask and he doesn’t answer. We spend a few seconds simply looking into each other’s eyes and I can feel that even if our pain is different, they’re also quite similar. Keelan doesn’t want to live, me I want to live but I’m tired of having to fight against my demons; most of the days they are winning the war and I simply have to curl myself into a small ball and endure all the guilt, the regret, the self loathing, the grief.

Who didn’t know about the Hapsburg chin or the Russian royal family anemia? “Species in this case, but yes, that’s exactly what’s happening. The new generation understands, but the old guard. They are latching on and fighting back at every turn. It’s frustrating because everyone knows they’re wrong, but traditions are hard to break, and the Elders oversee those traditions.” Rob couldn’t stop the frustration from being expressed in his voice. He found it crazy and a roadblock to him, effectively leading his pack.

Current location: unknown Hello dear readers. My name is Emma and if you’re reading this I seriously fucked up! Excuse my language but there just is not a better word to describe it. I made some of the worst choices I have ever made in the span of only three weeks, and just in case these choices caused my death I am writing this down for you to read. By doing so I hope I can prevent others from making the same mistakes. I lied, cheated, stole, and yes even killed!! All because I believed I was better than everyone else.