Young Adult Fiction Novels & Stories

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

I managed to do some jobs around town and paid rent for the right to stay in that room as if I were a boarder. My parents were both from wealthy backgrounds, each with their own trust fund, etc. I on the other hand had nothing as of my 18th birthday. Their generosity ended on that magic 18th b-day. Working two jobs, one in a warehouse as a stacker and the other in a plumbing pipe yard as a stacker, it was great for my tan and my developing physique but not much else. Those jobs made my arms strengthen as my biceps grew until they bulged 23 inches worth. However, they didn't increase my bank accounts. Having to pay my parents for rent and my ten year old car, I was broke. I had to think of so

The next day at work felt like absolute torture. I was the manager of Velvet Desires, an upscale adult store located in a quiet corner of the city. We sold high-end toys, luxurious lingerie, premium lubes, and everything a woman could possibly want to explore her deepest fantasies. Normally I loved my job. I helped shy customers find their first vibrator, recommended the perfect bullet for discreet public play, and smiled through awkward conversations with complete confidence. Today, however, I could barely concentrate on anything.

’ Agnes said. ‘Somethin’ is botherin’ me about this thing,’ Maud said. ‘An’ I can’t put me finger on it. I’m hopin’ you’d help steady me hand a little.’ Humouring her friend, Agnes picked up the comic. ‘I’d have thought that one of The Newshounds would be a better help, Maud. This is a young person’s read, after all.’ ‘I got a terrible feelin’, Agnes,’ Maud said sincerely. ‘An’ it’s a feelin’ that doesn’t belong in this day an’ age. I can’t explain it but I need yer thoughts.’

Writes romance fiction from YA to adult, contemporary to fantasy. Most Kage stories lean more toward the lighter, sillier side with a couple meaningful moments thrown in. Focuses more on entertainment value and emotional impact. Lives with hubby, two daughters, cat Holly, and nine cuckoo clocks in southeast Kansas, USA. Farm girl. Parents were dairy farmers. Was youngest of eight. Big family. Day job as a library assistant. Harry Potter House Gryffindor, Patronus White Stallion. Supernatural Team Dean. Game of Thrones Team Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister. The Walking Dead Team Daryl. Outlander Team Jamie Fraser. Teen Wolf Team Stiles. Avenger Team Thor...or Hulk (can't decide). Justice League

We still have a long way to go in our fight towards equality for all- and while Vasilisa’s decision won’t be everyone’s, I’m hoping wherever you are it gets better. Remember, we all have the right to love and be loved. ❤️ If you enjoyed “Our Young Funny Voices”, please let me know your thoughts. This is my first finished novel, and would love to know who my fans are. If you want to continue reading about Francine and Vasilisa, be sure to check out “Our Blank Canvas”, the sequel to “Our Young Funny Voices.”

He obliged speeding up with his long thin fingers caressing my abdomen, my stomach shrieked at that. His lips caught up with mine, his fingers circling around my nape. Giving it countless strokes, I moaned inwardly at every of his touch. My legs were wobbling, my chest brushing hard against his chest while my tongue embarked on a rough adventure within his lips. His fingers find their position against my cunt, his other fingers rubbing hard on my clit at the same time. At a point, he will tease the upper of my lips with his tongue like how a dog will lick his lips. He retracted his lips away from mine tracing them to my nape. It was as if I was in a wonderland.

This year, I realized I was a nympho slut and frankly, I didn’t care. Personally, I thought the other girls were just jealous that they weren’t getting any. Of course, sadly, I wasn’t either. It had been a long couple of weeks since I last got laid at a party. For a nympho like me, it felt like an eternity. I enjoyed boldly flirting, and feeling naughtier than usual that day, I decided to be a little more proactive. I leaned over to Garrett to whisper in his ear. “Y’know, I’m not wearing any underwear,” I whispered. Then I leaned back and gave him a flirty smile.

Petrov smiled as he replied, "That's good to hear, Tim. An erotic story can be much more descriptive than a p**n scene. Most young boys can't get enough p**n and it's nice when a young man takes the time to read a good erotic story. Which websites do you prefer for your stories?" Tim gasped again as Petrov used two fingers to stimulate his asshole. Petrov wasn't aiming for penetration at the moment, he just wanted the boy aroused enough to keep talking. Finally, the boy admitted to preferring Nifty and Literotica as his go-to erotic stories websites. Petrov knew that Literotica catered to a variety of genres but smiled knowing that Nifty had no heterosexual stories at all, though Nifty did h

~ Shine ~ I’m Shine, a 25-year-old woman who hasn’t had a stable income for the past two years. And honestly… I needed money. Badly. My rent was due in two weeks. My car had just broken down. And the small part-time job at the café? It wasn’t even close to enough. I was barely surviving at this point. So when the agency called with a last-minute tutoring gig for an eighteen-year-old boy who needed help with literature and history, I jumped at it. Two hours a day, and I will be working five days a week, and damn, they pay well. It sounded perfect.